Lost is lost is lost is good

Yesterday I spent my lunch break typing my bum off in a glorious post about the real world and being 24. It was a beautifully focused study of how these two thing mesh and then I walked away from my phone and came back to a blank screen, I figured it had saved itself and I could continue my rant later, but alas it is gone. And while it was pretty spectacular, it was a sort of positive look at the negative. In essence it was negative. So it may be a good thing it is gone. Maybe.