It was truly an emergency--because if she wasn't taken to the computer hospital at Staples she might have been bitten, kicked, stamped upon with both of my feet, punched, or maybe even thrown against a brick wall to be smashed into tiny non-recognizable pieces.
That little "she-devil" stopped in the middle of me typing, and if I was lucky enough to get her to continue she'd exasperate me by jumping 2 sentences back. Ms laptop made it painful for me to hightlight, copy, paste, edit, reply to an email and these are just a few of the symptoms of this very, very,very sick laptop of mine.So, I cry, boo hoo, boo hoo--yes, I'm suffering from separation anxiety. "This is crazy", you say? Yup, you're right! So, what makes a fairly emotionally healthly mature adult get to feel this way? Well, I guess I have to tell you! It's relying too much on my laptop for communicating with others, for searching for information, for finding out how to get somewhere by car, for the weather, for the news, for shopping, and so much more. Yes, becoming dependant on a mere machine! Sound familiar to you--hey, look in the mirror--I bet you are me. Enough said--ttyl