As i blog, I squint at the mercy of the stinge of my mother’s computer desk’s table lamp. The unergonomic position of the big ass chair that restricts my movement, isn’t much fun at all.
Some urban legend of computers and computing happened to me this morning. I heard a loud whizzle and fizzle in the 6 year old laptop today. I turn it of pick it up, remove the hard drive casing just to take a peek at what happened. Perhaps a dead beatle got its way in and got turned into beetle on a hot disk plate. I flipped it and out came a piece I would believe is called a diode.
If it is not enough, I have to bribe my sister to follow me around to go get a new hard disk or reformat my hard disk on the PC so i can finally stay connected.
Divinity must be really having a bad day that they decide to do something to my phone line as well. Although it actually was a lack of care on my part.
But lets not talk about that. It’s going to cause me more harassment to my already tortured mentality.
And of all times and of all the absurdity (hardware wise) to be disconnected from people at once, i decided to still confine myself down into this unfriendly, uncouth chair, table and lighting to blog (when i have not updated in ages)
The irony of it all.