Yep.
Past couple of weeks, if there’s something in the USB port and you touch it, the computer sometimes just turns off. Like, bap. Off. With the darkness and the not-on-ness. From touching the USB port.
And okay, it’s been the holidays, and Arthur’s been sick, and I just haven’t had the time or energy or spare sanity to deal with this shit.
Last night, Arthur went to bed without removing his USB drive, and my knee touched it, but instead of bap it was wooga-wooga-eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. With scary messages and a black screen that says ZOMG!1! or something like it. So finally I had to turn it off (bap). And then I figure, okay, turn it back on.
Not so much.
I was so frustrated. I can’t believe how addicted I am to sitting on the computer in the evenings. Not to mention the not blogging. I actually had to read a book. The horror!
Anyway, this morning I said to myself, it’s a machine, not a person. A night’s sleep isn’t going to help it. But I couldn’t resist so I just pushed the button.
And it came on.
