Ahem…
::to the tune of “Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer”::
My laptop got run over on I-90,
Driving back to college Thanksgiving.
You can say there’s no such thing as car-ma,
But I think it just ran over my machine.
My boss has been working me like crazy. I’ve been walking dead for two weeks. As I was leaving to drive back to my college Thanksgiving night, I placed my laptop on the roof of my car.
Well. You can guess what happened.
Computer’s totaled. They don’t like falling off an accelerating vehicle onto pavement, and then being hit with a ton of metal moving at about 65 mph. My wonderful, wonderful, understanding fiance found it and saved what was left of it. The hard drive miraculously survived enough to get the data off of it without a problem. The RAM might be okay, and same with the wireless card. Everything else, though, is so much pulverized plastic, silicon, and metal. Ironically, the mouse survived with nary a scratch.
FUCK!
…I feel a bit better.
I’m an idiot. I deserve to be flayed alive and consumed by jet-black carrion birds for allowing–nay, facilitating–such a fate as that which befell my beloved laptop. I’ve never left so much as a coffee cup on top of my car before; I chose a hell of a time to start such a habit, especially as it is the end of the semester, and I will need to be writing papers soon.
I’m getting a new one. It’s the only nice thing I owned (even though it’s a fairly low-end model), and it was PRETTY, dammit. But, jeez, this is the stuff that bad movie jokes are made of. This is the stuff that makes me cringe even when I see it faked onscreen. I can’t look at the mangled remains without feeling like I’m going to cry.
FUCK!
…I really don’t feel any better…