So. My computer died. Yep. I screwed up royally this time, and killed my
poor computer. And I've only got myself to blame. Next time I want to start
experimenting with stuff... would someone kindly knock me out?
In the meantime, I am using a friend's computer. Which just feels strange.
It's not my computer, and I am trying to do cheri-things on it. And I think
I feel guilty about it, too. Not the fact that I am using a friend's computer.
More the fact that I have to use a friends computer. I should be smart
enough to fix my own computer. But I'm not.
And the thing is, I'm not sure I will ever get the poor old computer going
again. Which is distressing, to say the least. I have been in
panic mode since this started on Saturday afternoon.
In other computer news, I was finally able to send back the broken new
computer. I really had to fight the company to get an RMA number.
It took four or five phone calls and probably 15 or 20 emails.
Crazy, I know. And I can't start publicly complaining about the company
until I actually have a new computer that works. Which will be at least
two more weeks of shipping, alone. bah.