I ordered a new laptop this morning. I should have just walked into Electronics Store X and bought one straight off the display, it would have saved me hundreds. When I order online, I get EXACTLY the computer I want, with all this extra stuff that I want too, but didn't know that I really wanted before I looked at the options before me...and this, my friends, is how a website that displays is price as "Starting At..." ups and doubles your bill. Ludicrous. I sheepishly told Nick all this, and he saluted my debt, cheering, "That's my girl! Welcome to my world!" Oh, brother...
My own laptop has been giving clues of its imminent death for some months, and I've mentioned many times that I should go laptop shopping, because I cannot survive on desktop alone. What'll snuggle with me on those chilly mornings? Nick? Oh, pul-eez. My first ever computer was a laptop...I bought it the Spring before going to college and it cost a whopping $3500 in those early months of the aughts...it's all I trust. I like little things.
Besides the hardware acting all stressed out and on the verge of going postal, my CD drive had become a diva, deciding when and where she would choose to read a CD (which made that last reformat rather intimidating, you'll understand). Yesterday was the end, most tellingly, when, over the course of the night, the computer restarted (as it was taking to doing whenever it couldn't shake off its cross-eyed stare) and couldn't load the operating system again. Not in normal mode, not in safe, not in safe with networking, not in safe with command prompt, not in anything—not even the last known good configuration. It probably knew none reliable enough to be considered good. Chances are I could have taken it to a techno nerd (hah! my mother used to call me that...!) where they could charge me an arm and a leg (and probably a few toes) and to fix 'er up...probably gutted the case and stuffed new thingamabobs in all over the place.
At that point, I think anyone would agree that a new machine is the way to go. Until it arrives...well, who knows. You know how I feel about Nick's Photoshop. I might be more on the quiet side—even more than usual!
(Oh, but I'll be sure to post about tomorrow! Nick's taking me to see Norah Jones live!—my Valentine's Day present!)
