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My little old laptop has sat unused in my closet ever since London, when it just stopped powering on one day, until two weeks ago when I decided to take it in to the computer hospital to get fixed up. I left it there in the trusting hands of the computer tech, my eyes wide, feeling hopeful that I would one day again have a computer of my very own. I've been counting down the days, doing finger exercises, getting myself ready for all of the blogging, music downloading, picture organizing that lay ahead. I called on Friday and they said that it was almost ready, call back again tomorrow. So yesterday, I called again and spoke to my dear friend at Data Doctors, who asked me if I was sitting down, he had some bad news. My laptop was beyond repair. He said that he tried everything, there was nothing he could do.
He walked me through everything that he had worked on, and I have to give him credit, he was amazingly thoughtful and sympathetic, given the fact that we were discussing a piece of machinery. And then it happened, I actually started crying, right there on the phone with computer repair-man. I know it's totally ridiculous. I think though, there were larger emotions at play, and they seemed to manifest themselves towards my laptop at that moment. I've been working through some hard stuff lately, and somehow I thought this was going to be a step in the right direction for me, a step towards pulling some loose ends in my life together. I just feel like I keep hitting road blocks, and they all seem to be expensive road blocks, considering I just spent $200 to basically recycle my laptop. I'm not sure who was more upset though, me or Ross, when he realized that this meant that I would still have to borrow his now and then (he's not one for sharing...)
I started reading "The Geography of Bliss" last week. I guess you could call it a mix between a travel commentary and a discussion on the age-old question of happiness, and why some people seem to be happier than others. It's a great book so far, and if nothing else it is giving me a lot of food for thought.