This morning, my freshly-repaired, newly-fixed computer just up and blew out.

I mean to say, it made a loud pop and was gone.

It’s left me for short jaunts before, but it always at least turned on and stuck its tongue out at me even in the midst of not doing anything else.

This time, it’s gone. Not even a ‘click’ when I turn it on. It doesn’t TURN on.

I fear the software tinkering is in the past. It’s time to deal with some serious HARDWARE issues. But I checked, and the hard plastic case seems to be just fine. . . . .

. . . for a CORPSE, that is. A mere shell without heart, soul, and mp3’s.

Belle’s friend T had some advice for me, and it looked really plausible. Unfortunately, it was written in a kind of language understood only by people smarter than me in the ways of software

and hardware. Does anyone out there have a twelve-year-old kid who could come over and fix my computer?

It looks like Powersource will be getting another call tomorrow.

“Hello, Jack? I’m bringing Hal in again. Be kind in the handling, swift in the mending, and merciful with the billing?”

Right.

What do you think of my priorities? We have barely enough money to keep the creditors from kicking in the front door, but I’m going to take my computer in to be fixed anyway.

My priorities are fine? I thought you’d all say that. We’re fat; we don’t need food. And who needs electricity when your computer is in the shop? Candles will do just fine till baby comes back home.

Just kidding about the electricity. Hub will need it for HIS computer. Or rather, I will need it for Hub’s computer which I am using till mine lives and loves and breathes again.

I hope Hal’s brain hasn’t been wiped clean again. This scheiss is gettin’ old.