Perhaps I missed my calling as a techie. I have somehow managed to repair my computer all by myself...errr and a partial thanks to Mr.
moof. Yeah, apparently we were supposed to know this was going to happen. I should have been prepared! Pshya... whatever. Maybe if I hung out with the gamers... I'd say fuck computers, but then I'd be saying fuck my life. Well, maybe that is what I'm saying...
I have realized more than ever that this fucking computer has become my pipeline to everything... friends, family, jobs, research... blah. How sad that I have come to rely on this man-made piece of destructive crap. Sure, I could go without it for awhile, but like any junkie, I'd fall back into the trap of habit. I'd probably take up smoking to curb my anxiety. Probably pop a few pills, pace around town nervously...I think it's best for everyone if I stay right here. Ugh.. I really wish I didn't rely on this thing. I remember the days of good ol' letter writing with a brand new bic pen... the days of phone tag with my best friend who only lived a block away... going to the library to read books and then copy the material, (the proper way to plagerize)... black fingers from reading a newspaper...
Dude, I miss the 80's...