paradise -risking probable death- or swing with the falling bridge and climb up the dangling pieces into the unpredictable jungle?
Risk bliss or trust what is known? You guessed it. Gregorific's laptop broke.
The pain is unbearable. I Must. Fight. To. Keep. Breathing.
I went through the stages of grief. I denied it was broken for weeks, despite the visible crack. And the chunk of metal missing near the touch pad. Then I got angry. No, it would not quit on me. We'd been through too much! How could it leave me?
No juice, people. It will not even acknowledge me with a flashing light, or a beep, or a click. It's gone!
*I did not take it well.*
My neighbor called to ask about the wailing. The President texted me his condolences. Oprah emailed me to live my best life even without my best laptop. BUT I COULDN'T OPEN THE EMAIL BECAUSE MY LAPTOP IS BROKEN. Oh, Oprah. Only you. Later she hired a skywriter to do the job right.
So now I have to buy a new computer. It just seems so sudden. Too soon. Before its time.
My best bet is to take in my old laptop, with the hole in its body and the tape trailing off the side.
This is what it takes to be my laptop!
And I'll just see who steps up. Who will take the challenge?
Here's hopin' people. Gregorific's gonna buy a new laptop.