And then my laptop broke. Other side of the bloody planet, and the laptop broke.
It fell from a height of all of 8 cm, in its supposedly protective bag. However, the Fujitsu design is such that a good, hard rap along the base is enough to disconnect the screen and send things spiralling into madness.
Right now I'm writing this at Blue Byte, the laptop slaved to another monitor, so it is not a crisis for work. But I am going to have to get it repaired (this is the third time it has happened) and in the meantime I am carrying around a 2 kilo paperweight.
Harumph.
More later,
Born in the 1900s
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Or: How old am I, really? I’m seeing this a lot of late, and it bugs me. It
bugs me enough that I got out my trusty Chicago Manual of Style, 18th
edition, ...
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