The Death of a Laptop

Okay. Is it just me, or should a good brand laptop computer last more than four years? I mean, come on. Not only does the stupid thing always turn itself off at random times, mostly in the middle of watching dvd's, but now it has gone completely insane. All I wanted to do was share photos with all of you from May Day, which was wonderful! But no. Windows decided to go totally insane and never start up properly again, and now although it's likely I'll be able to rescue all my files, I'll have to re-install the entire operating system. Then there's today, which was an insane tale too.

I asked my dad to express mail the cd's I need to fix the laptop. So he did, charming fellow that he is. Now, picture me dead asleep after a night full of coughing, curled up naked in bed. Well, don't picture it really, but you know. The buzzer rings. I know without being told that this is my precious package, and I have to get downstairs before the mailman gives up and goes away without delivering it. I run around frantically pulling on clothes, tempted to run downstairs buck naked, yelling "I'm coming!" because my intercom doesn't work and I hope beyond hope that the mailman is psychic. When I finally get down to the door, my hair a mess, my contacts stuck to my eyelids and my breasts flying braless under my nightgown, the mailman is getting into his little truck and pulling away. NOT GOOD. I call the post office in a fit of rage, but get a nice polite man who arranges for redelivery tomorrow, with explicit notes about my intercom situation. Who knows if it will work? I can only cross my fingers and sleep in my pajamas.