That's why I'm upset. Doesn't matter though, I'm getting over it since I am almost done with my library. I should've been able to set this thing on go and let it magically fix everything in my sleep. Nope, I decide to buy some hippie-commie bull****. His parents were probably a bunch of fair-traders, so they never told the kid the excel. Tragic that his failures are fractionally making my day a little more uncomfortable.

Regardless, its 60 outside and I'm riding. Peace.