After the holiday mentioned in my previous blog, I was
lucky to escape alive – we drove along countless tiny roads up mountainsides
with sheer drops on one side so, especially after I dreamt a few years ago that
I’d die in the way, I was understandably weary.
I did survive this ordeal, though, and I’m back on good,
flat, safe Sussex soil. My laptop has taken this as its cue to start its death throes,
unfortunately. Yesterday it first decided it was necessary to scan the whole
hard drive with a scary black and white screen, and upon completion of this
scan (during which I had to decide whether to delete bits of my laptop that
could be dangerous, but could also be part of the vital workings of the machine)
it began telling me my Windows software wasn’t genuine.
Now I like to think that I know a thing or two about
computers, but going through all this just pointed with in a 20ft neon sign that
I know sod all about computers and their workings. Luckily I do know a man who
knows a thing or two about these beastly contraptions, so I set to texting him and
backing up everything on my laptop quickly. A testament to the important things
in life was written when my ‘Uni’ folder took around 30 seconds to back up and
my ‘iTunes’ folder took an hour and a half.
It all seems to have calmed down now, but I am
indefinitely weary about this poor old chap’s life expectancy. Especially as
today I ventured into the garden and was welcomed not only by the glorious
sunshine (hooray!) but by this freaky apparition on the patio table.
This has got to be a ghostly sign that death is on its
way. Either that or my face is going to slop from my skull into a large salad
bowl. So if someone would do me a favour of casting some spells or doing some
good voodoo for me, that’d be greatly appreciated. And if my face does slide
off then I’ll know that either no-one reads this, or no-one with the common
decency to help a boy in need reads this.
Oh, I also hurt my toe. Look at my plaster.
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