It's official - my laptop has shit the bed. Stupid effing piece of technology. How is it acceptable that a mere 4 years is considered a long and happy life?!
Now, not only do I need to start pricing and shopping (I don't think we'll be able to splurg on the mac that I want... :(), but it had been a couple weeks since we backed anything up to our external harddrive and now I've lost a bunch of recent pictures. BOOOO.
This was the final straw in the suckage that was my 'Monday' (which fell on Tuesday this week since I took Monday off). I slept through my alarm, woke up with 12 minutes to spare before I needed to be out the door. I forgot to temp in my whirlwind panic. Didn't get breakfast, obviously. Forgot my cell until I was about a mile form home. Ran back inside to get it, scraped my leg on my car door (which resulted in a large red welt and a sexay bruise - the blue of the bruise complimented my brown dress nicely...), and that was all before I got to work. Since I'd selfishly taken two days off I suppose I deserved the ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY-EIGHT emails that filled my inbox, the to-do list that was never ending, and the 4 meetings on my calendar. UGH.
Needless to say the last thing I needed yesterday was the death of my beloved laptop. I think poor J thought I was going to jump off the roof by the end of it.