My computer chose this of all days, the day I'm working tenaciously on my Italian school applications, to punk out and die. The thing that plugs into the back of the computer, linking the electronic to a power source, is ineffective and I've had to jimmy the cord for about two years now. Today? It quit. I found that if I tilt the comp up on its rear and plug in the cord so it's facing UP, it charges the last-for-twenty-minutes-then-die battery. So it's hanging out, upside-down, charging as I type (on an alternate computer, mind you). Matt says I have to bring it to a Korean Computer Man who will undoubtedly charge me $3 to put some sort of fixing mechanism in it. Yes, I'm that technical. Where does one find such a Computer Man? Who knows. This reminds me of the time the Ghost asked a friend of his to fix my computer. When I got it back, it had two non-symmetrical holes drilled in it's front, where my wrists lie when I type. I called to ask about said holes. The man told me this:"I'm 99 percent sure I didn't drill holes in your computer."
Only 99% eh? Seems strange, to this day, that he couldn't account for that last percent of consciousness. Makes me giggle that I associated with such odd human beings for as long as I did. As for now, I'm borrowing a computer, attempting to make the most of this gorgeous day...procrastinating as you might have noticed. Back to it, A-Lex. Back to it.
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