I’ve been really grumpy the past couple days. It’s partly a quarterlife thing (who am I?), partly a failing economy thing (mama needs new shoes), partly a female thing and partly an I AM CURRENTLY LOOKING AT A CRACKED LAPTOP SCREEN thing.

See?

I don’t know exactly how this happened. I don’t think I stepped on it. (I’m sure we would’ve all heard the instinctive “AWWW SHIIIIT.”) But I do know that I’m not always the most gentle with the old clunker (an iBook G4, if you happen to care). It often cuddles in bed with me (NOT HARDLY for reasons you sickos think) and I lug it from place to place in a (cute!) denim tote that has no cush protection whatsoever. Anyway, the other night, I saw a small crack and it later got bigger. It really sucks, but at least no data was lost and I’m probably due for a new computer anyway. I was about to grit my teeth and shell out my credit card digits for a MacBook, but people have been telling me to wait until Sept/Oct because Apple will be launching some life-changing new product. So now I’m all tangled inside. And I’m still looking at a crack. GAH.