There is currently a hole where my computer once sat.
It is terribly hard, at present, to see that hole. This huge, gaping hole, in the cabinet where it usually sits.
It is becoming increasingly hard to imagine the next however-long-it’ll-take without it sitting there, smiling its computer-y smile and humming to me its computer-y hum, the nice shiny home to all of my children’s pictures and files and articles and the like.
It is currently at the local repair shop, information being saved and put onto disk, so that it can go on a trip, far far away from me, again, for an undetermined amount of time, to be determined whether it’s fixable or junk-able.
*insert quivering lip here*
To say I miss it is an understatement. I.do.not.like.change. I like my Windows XP Media Center in my black desktop computer just fine and dandy, thank you.
Dear Santa, Please fix my computer and return it safely home to me with no damage done whatsoever. And if you could, ensure nothing happens of this sort again. Thank you.
