Only I didn't say 'fudge'

Yup, my streamlined beautiful silver laptop is DEAD. Fortunately, I'll be sending it to Circuit City and they'll rip its guts out and put new ones in and so "Tevyier (sp?), that's your problem, too!"

*nnnngh*

Mood: Slowly I turn, step by step
Music: "And now what shall I do? And now whom shall I turn to?" Suitably agitatio
Thought: Again, there's def. a spiritual application here. But at least everything's backed up and I have pen and paper with which to write. >the shock!<