(Lights up. A MAN sits alone in his

bedroom, sitting with his laptop

on his lap. He types away

frantically for several minutes,

pounding at the keys like

a crucial deadline is approaching.

Eventually he slows, stops,

and begins rubbing his temples.)

MAN:

Uh... Fuck. Now what. Now what, now what, now what.

(He slowly starts typing again,

picks up speed, and begins going

again at a considerable pace.

He types throughout his speech.)

MAN:

Yes... yes, almost, almost there. Almost done... al-most...

(Just then a beep comes sharply

from the laptop speakers, and the

screen freezes in place. MAN

continues to type but nothing happens.)

MAN:

No. No... FUCK, NO, WHY? I WAS ALMOST DONE! 7 pages... 7 PAGES!

(Lights fade.)