I don’t know if you’ve ever experienced the death of a laptop, but it’s not unlike the death of a loved one. Well, maybe that’s a bit of an exaggeration. It’s more like the death of a distant relative you didn’t know existed, or someone who used to work in your building but you didn’t care all that much about.
I guess what I’m trying to say is all we are is dust in the wind.
Anyhoo, I haven’t written in a while because my laptop died. I went to turn it on one night, all settled in with a nice glass of wine ready to spend some serious time on Block Shopper to see how much my neighbors paid for their houses, when the screen turned yellow with black dots and started flashing on and off really fast, like a Mexican disco tech. I wasn’t sure if it was the wine or my computer but either way I knew it wasn’t good.
I was in denial for a few weeks and just pretended like everything was like it was back when my computer was still of this earth. With the exception of the occasional Facebook check in on my Blackberry, I was completely cut off from cyberspace. And, believe it or not, after the initial panic wore off I actually found it quite liberating. Time that used to be sucked into a Pinterest vortex was now being spent reading books, making Christmas gifts for our neighbors:
and changing my kids’ diapers. Apparently you’re supposed to do that more than once a day.
But then funny things started happening, like my bills didn’t get paid. I also started developing a warped sense of self because I was watching a lot of Real Housewives of New Jersey.
It was time to pay the piper. And by piper I mean Amazon.
I started my new laptop research which, when you are relegated to a 2″ screen to research and buy a laptop, takes about two minutes before you say screw it and buy the first thing you see with more than two stars.
So you’ll be happy to know that my new laptop has arrived, I’m back to writing and, more importantly, spending hours and hours on Pinterest searching things like really classy felt Christmas trees.