Sick, Maybe Not Terminal
This afternoon, I've been posting from a spare computer at the house. It's not mine so I have to share.
My beloved laptop is sick. Very, very sick and I'm just devastated about it. I got it for my 40th birthday and I love it. It has sentimental value as well. I know, I'm whining. Let me revel in my self-pity for a second.
I'm hoping there is a way to save it.
Something happened, and to get it fixed will cost more than the computer was. You have no idea, I work on a computer non-stop and it is my most important tool for my job. It gives me flexibility at my job.
There are no computer fairies to fix this and the warranty-police are being testy with us. And I got the good warranty that covers me being a goob.
I'm just sick about it.
I wish the Mac I Book elves would stop by, but I'm a realist.
I'm very upset about it.