A few days ago my laptop decided that it would not turn itself on anymore. No matter what I do, it's just giving me this blank, hollow screen on which there is nothing but the reflection of my sad, little face.
After much struggling and lots of frustration, I finally dragged myself to call the dreaded Dell customer service today, only to find out that the earliest they can come to fix my computer will be on Friday, when I won't be in town. And of course they don't work on weekends, so it just means that I have to wait until next week.
Great.
And then, just a few hours after the call, as if the air conditioner at home has decided to show my laptop some brotherly support, it started spitting water in a totally unexpected and unstoppable fashion! And you see, the A/C is sitting right above my bed, so it was basically pouring water all over my pillows and my sheet. (!!!)
Now this is just perfect.
What have I recently done in my life to deserve this mess? Did I accidentally kill some animal without knowing or something? As I began to frantically gather paper towels to soak the water on my bed, I felt like I was on the verge of a breakdown. I wanted to scream, or cry, or both.
And it's not just about the laptop or the A/C. In fact, it's so much more than the laptop and the A/C. It's my life. It's what I'm doing with my life, as in "why am I living in this pathetic city wiping my bed and feeling lonely instead of being somewhere with friends and family and people that I love".
Dude. Duuuuude. I'm so ready to leave this place, and go home.
Big girls don't cry, I know. Not even when you're in a domestic crisis like this.
Now I just have to be strong and call the landlord.
