My laptop is broken. Broken like Shania's heart and my first corks. I gave it to the Wise Men today and silently wept as they took her and her limp black cord to the back of the store to parts unknown. I picture her in bits now, an introverted tech passing by without a thought, preoccupied by a lunch order at Quizno's and getting yet another inch taken off of those khakis. I'm lonely without her and hadn't realized just how dependent I was on electronics for entertainment. What to do with endless hours once spent screen shopping on Bluefly, reading random Wikipedia pages, feigning coy with boy scouts in whittling chat rooms? Ah. Maybe this is when the rest of the world meets real, live people.
May 29, 2008