Lessons from the Little Printer from Hell

The very cheap HP 1600 that I bought last spring seemed, in its last throes, only able to print parts of things, as if it only had enough memory for a few paragraphs or portions of a picture. In its last illness, it ruined the spooler on my desktop and had designs on some of the keyboard functions of my laptop, so it's been tossed. I am so displeased that I can't even bring myself to afford it the dignity of a proper burial (i.e. try to return it for a refund). But I realized today that maybe there's a lesson in its behavior, if I can call it that. Maybe the reason I halt in confusion after the ends of measures is that I don't have enough storage space to recall and prepare the next. I hope the metronome will push me in spite of myself.