S*T*U*F*F* Reloaded

My bastard MacBook Pro has died. Logic board gone. One minute its fine, I’m just opening Safari to check the news, next minute the display is scrambled and an enormous beard starts sprouting from my face. I can barely imagine (hot on the heels of my post on the spiral of misery that any single administrative task can cause) how grim its going to be trying to get this computer fixed. Wouldn’t be so bad if Luka hadn’t dropped my backup computer from a great height a couple of weeks ago, destroying the hard drive and making it unusable.

Maybe this is a sign that I should ditch these digital torturers from my life altogether.