Well, it�s day seven. On Thursday the tenth, I called the people that made
my laptop to ask for a part that will fix my computer. For those of you that
don�t know, I�m having problems with the internet dropping me time and time
again. Well, they told me that the part would come in five to seven business days.
Friday was the first business day. Saturday and Sunday were not. Monday
through Friday, however, were five. So that�s six total. Saturday and Sunday
again. And Monday the twenty first was a holiday here in America. So today,
the twenty second, is the official seventh business day. And it�s not here.
I�m going to call them tomorrow about it, as they close before the mail gets to
where I live. Which makes life a little hard. It�s been almost two weeks,
and I�m getting dropped worse and worse. Am I happy about this? No, of course
not. I�m all ready to do whatever is necessary to fix this thing, but I can�t.
Just to make this website, I�ve had to restart my computer twenty times, and
that�s just yesterday. I was on for two hours working on yesterday�
Yes, it is that bad. I�m sick of this, because of what I had to go through to
get this thing. I�m almost willing to sell this off so I can eat again, and say
�forget it� to everything on the internet. However, I�m not that mean. I have
responsibilities here, and I�m sticking to them�
Though right now, this computer is eyeing the edge of the roof, where it shall
soon meet its emanate doom should it decided to drop me much more this night.
At least I don�t have to deal with it much for the next few weeks. Why? Simple,
I�m working. Well, it�s not really work, as it is class.
Spring session hasn�t started yet, and intersession is almost done. But I�m in neither.
I�m in a class that someone else paid for. It�s rather nice. See, there was a
person that signed up for a class, and can�t make it. However, they need the credits.
So I�m going to it as their name. True point, I don�t get the units that the class
gives. But it gets me out of the hell-hole I call a house. That�s what matters.
Well, I can�t think of much else, so I�m off for the night.
In Love and Death,
-M.S.
