Thursday, 13 October 2005 | Fickle things

After the accident, it took about a month of careful consideration for my laptop to give up on our relationship (a moment it signaled with a chorus of loud, angry beeps). As a result, I had plenty of time to load it with hundreds of uncloned documents, items that it would keep for itself when the final moment came, like the sweatshirt and books you never recovered from your ex-boyfriend.

Even so, I'm pretty sure there were only two documents that got taken, two documents that I honestly didn't care much about when they existed. (lucky!) That has not stopped me, however, from desperately trying to recover those documents, going as far as to mindlessly turn my computer on and off in vain while I watched an entire movie and paid bills one-handed.

On the bright side, I've been pleasantly surprised the extent that I've enjoyed my recent computerless evenings (particularly the distinct lack of obligation I've felt), and I've been remarkably less overwhelmed. Not unrelated, I'm also surprised that I'm not as excited to have my computer back as I figured I would be. Hm. Never happy.