Right now I am writing this blog post from my dad's laptop. Why? Why am I using my dad's laptop when I have a perfectly good one of my own? Because mine is dead. Yep, kaput, no more, dead. My laptop, which I've had for about two years now, broke on Tuesday. There was no warning, no time of slowly dying. I never limped along, having to jump through hoops just to make it work. I was always very careful, never jarred it, or jerked it, or went to sketchy websites. It didn't have any viruses, everything still operated quickly and smoothly. It simply died, stopped working, and when ever it was turned on the only screen it would go to was this.
My dad looked at it and basically said that there wasn't really anything we could do at this point. We can still retrieve the information from the hard drive, for which I am thankful. I have been remiss on backing up my files recently so yeah, I was freaking out at first that I had lost all of my stuff. Now that I know I haven't lost that stuff, the relief I felt from that made me seem rather calm about my laptop dying.
As I am notoriously cheep, typically I would wait and just keep using my dad's, but I will be starting school soon and I really do need a laptop if I am going to do that, especially since it is online. So I am scouring the Internet, (on my dad's laptop) for a refurbished laptop. I'm hoping to snag one for only a couple hundred dollars.
So what have I been doing during my days with now laptop of my own? What have I been filling my time with that I usually spend editing, working on novels and essays and looking at pictures on Pinterest? Well, I have been spending less time on computers just because I didn't feel like it. So I have been doing all sorts of things.
Playing Munchins. I won both times.
Reading books by Oliver Pötzsch. Warning, these books are not for the faint of heart or week of stomach. Let me put it this way, the books are murder mysteries, set in the 16 hundreds, and the main character is a hangman.
And wrapping Colleen's birthday present. I would show a picture here, but that might ruin the surprise.
Now that I think about it, I'm still pretty frustrated that my laptop died. I babied that thing. I treated it like it was rare and temperamental plant that was the answer to societies problems which was from some far off, probably sunk, island. I know of a few people (I never mentioned my sister Katy) who do not baby their laptops like that, and yet theirs is still doing fine.
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