The Dying of the Light

My laptop died today, but she did not go gently into that great night.  No, there was a rage of whirring fans and blinking lights, and then...nothing.  Fortunately, I have two months left on my warranty (take that, planned obsolescence!) and so after a rapidly accumulating number of business days for warranty clearance, shipping, repair, and more shipping, she will eventually make her way home.  I think this probably her way of  punishing me for not ever naming her; ten months of jealousy over my exes, Abigail (a Dell) and Grace (an Acer), spilled over into that last recourse for all jilted companions: self-destruction.

And so, I am going dark for the next week or so, while she convalesces.  It's probably for the best, as my links-to-writing ratio has recently hit an all-time high.  This silver-lined tragedy will force me to actually put pen to paper every day, which I will post here as often as time--and my roommate--permit.

In the meantime, and in between times, I bid you a fond adieu.