My laptop finally gave up the ghost last week. After much chugging and whirring, the screen went all Matrix and then just froze. The dudes with the black ties and polyester pants at Best Buy are working on it . . .
So I have moved four feet across the room to use She Who Must Be Obeyed’s computer. It’s old, slow, uses a cane, downs Metamucil by the gallon, but still works. Somewhat. I offered to buy her a new computer this weekend, but she passed. She’s sentimentally attached to this dinosaur, so it stays. Unless I have to use it much longer . . .
Any email I’m sending as of late is coming from my BlackBerry. My fingers are just too damn small for those buttons! I need to grow some fingernails I guess . . .
And to top things off, I have a couple major tests this week. They shouldn’t be too bad, but I will need to crack the notes and do some studying. Refreshing, really. I know the material, so it’s just moving it from the back burner into the active region of my brain so I can coordinate all that info with my pencil. Joy . . .
I’ve asked a few blogging buddies to submit some guest posts. In moments like these, when time is short and resources are limited, it’s nice to know some excellent writers who can help carry the load. So stay tuned for some wise and witty words in the days ahead.
In the meantime, I’ll be cramming and waiting and drinking coffee . . .