The slow, painful death.

What do you do when your laptop dies while carrying two years worth of writing, as well as your calender and basically all you need to function as a normal human being? WHAT?

You secretly sneak into your Bitchy's room while she's at work and steal HERS just so you can put up a post 'splainin' why you're conspicuously absent from your real friends. (You know, the ones in blogland.)

Yeah, say a prayer to the computer gods that it's just a short term coma.

Now hide me, I think she's home from work. I'll sneak back later and share what happened with Golden Boy today. It warmed my heart.....

Gotta go! (I'm closing comments because I can't reply anyway!!!!)