Findlaw had these wonderful articles that I wanted to comment on, and I’d like to say I was going to but my dog kept me from blogging. He sat on my lap and slobbered on me. Except I have no dog.
Actually I have something worse: the blue screen of death. I can be surfing away minding my own business, and suddenly it will hit without any warning. God forbid I be working on a layout. Then I’ll really lose my hair. At least Word has an automatic save function.
The diagnosis is grim. I felt it in my gut, but the Best Buy tech confirmed it as he also gave me the bad news about having to confiscate my laptop for two to three weeks if I wanted a working A drive. I have a bad error. A really bad error. No duh Sherlock, I could have told you that.
A reformat is in order, and no I didn’t give them my laptop. Not without backing up my information, which has entirely too much anime on the system. I just can’t delete it! That and there’s the whole thing with my writings, which are incredibly important. But the anime!
In all sincerity, how do I accumulate such junk. I’m like a bag lady on acid, and it’s mildly amusing.