Some of you may remember Coffeegate 2011. Well, it’s become an annual event. Earlier this week, I picked up my coffee with my left hand. And promptly dropped it. On my computer. Again. Maybe it was the weight of my engagement ring. Or maybe it’s because I am seriously not left-handed. At all. Ever.
Anyway, the screen went black and coffee seeped between the keys before I could switch it off and flip it upside down. I know what to do. I’m a pro. Obviously not.
I even tried to pull the battery out. But it was stuck. Probably held there by the left-over sugar from last time. It was then I realised we’d run out of paper-towels, and so I had to use a touristy dish-towel. It was decidedly non-absorbent and had a touristy poem on it. Fail.
I then texted Sarge. Not because I needed help. But because he needed to know that his future wife is a moron. He didn’t get the message. I heard his phone go off in the bedroom. He was at work. Maybe he’s a moron sometimes, too. We’re good for each other.
I updated Facebook on my phone, babbling about how much I need my own working laptop at the moment. Because I do. NaNoWriMo is coming up, the OU is online. And then there’s the job-hunt. Did I mention I was working on an application when The Dump happened? I was.
Hemingway is drying out. Again. He’s still isn’t speaking to me. I don’t blame him. I haven’t been very good to him. And now I’m going to replace him.
I’ve told Sarge I’m too embarrassed to take Hem anywhere to get fixed. Again. Especially not Sarge’s parents’ house. No one else needs to know I’m a moron. But now all of you do. So, hi.
I’m writing this on Sarge’s laptop. Which does not have a name. I’m trying not to spend too much time on here. I feel like a guest.
I’ve managed to read ahead in my counselling course-book and I’ve finished a few library books. I submitted the application I was working on when The Dump happened. Offline life is good. More on that later.
Sarge is going to rescue everything on my hard-drive. Tomorrow I’m going to smile sweetly and hope the gadget gods honour my insurance. And I’d like one of these for Christmas.
What should I name the next computer? I have an idea, but I’d like to hear your thoughts.
I hope to have the new one up and running soon. Until then, stay tuned and talk amongst yourselves. The bar is still open.
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