Karma Is A BitchJust a couple of days ago, I was going on and on about Susan f&%@ing up her laptop.
I should have known better.
Barely an hour after I finished the post, my computer started acting funny. First, it started to slow down and lag. Next, programs wouldn't open.
It wouldn't even shut down properly.
I figured a shut down and restart might be the best option.
The shutdown part went wonderfully. It shut down incredibly quickly and with no problems.
Pulling the power cord does that.
Okay, so shut down part was done.
And then to restart...
Huh. Look at that. Apparently, I changed my wallpaper to a big black screen.
And removed all of my icons.
And my taskbar.
My mouse was there. That's how I figured out two pieces of information:
1) it's not my monitor
2) it's not my mouse
Aside from that, I didn't know shit. It could have been the freaking dilithium crystals for all I freaking knew.
My harddrive with gigs upon gigs of irreplaceable (and probably not backed up) files could be reduced to cinders and ashes.
But the mouse still works, right? It's all about the little victories, people.
And what do I see when I turn my head?
That's right. Susan's smug grin.
That shit ain't funny.
Oh, yeah. It was the end of the freaking world when her computer was nothing but digital ruin, so much technology done in by a mediocre reality show.
When it's my computer, suddenly the whole thing is freaking hilarious.
Oh, oh, it's just a computer.
That's like saying it's just a lung. Or a kidney.
Not a liver. I'm WAY nicer to my computer than my liver.
And the whole time, she's typing away on her's. Playing Text Twist.
MotherF&%@ing Text Twist.
My computer, my tiny, technological idol, my only connection to my people is broken and she's smiling and playing Text Twist.
Do you know a six letter word for that? BETRAYAL.
I know that's not six letters. I couldn't think of a six letter word that would make sense.
Spelling is hard.
So, now I'm here, using a system cobbled together from random spare parts and duct tape, trying to figure out what the hell happened.
And what's Susan doing?
Still playing Text Twist.
Goddammit. I KNOW THAT'S NOT SIX LETTERS!
Can't you people just leave shit alone?