My laptop is sick. And kinda more than sick, it’s dead. I took it to Jeremy last night and in about three minutes my computer and all its sad little parts were spread out over the kitchen table. Jeremy is a magic worker for sure, but it looks like I will be spending money for a new one pretty soon-ish.

A few nights ago in the last few hours before my compture’s bitter end I wailed to Roommate “I knew it was sick… I just….I don’t know… I just thought I had more tiiiiiiiiiime!”

To which she replied, “we’re still talking about a laptop, right?”