This went on for two hours.
During this session I called my computer every name that I could think of. I even yelled, "I'm going to replace you with a Power Mac!". My computer to it... well... like a computer. It just sat there devoid of emotion. I felt like I wanted to throw it out the window, but I wouldn't do that. I knew that when I cooled down that I would still need it to do my work. Lukily my wife came home around that time, and I just walked away, the same way you walk away from a pointless fight that you know you can't win.
Writing all of this down is, I think, good therapy for me. I'm not going to let a non-typed language run me out of town! I'll get back up on that horse soon, and then I'll teach JS a few tricks!