He sacrificed a rubber chicken. He clubbed a baby seal squeak toy repeatedly. He gave it a burnt offering and sprinkled it with spices. And yet, the laptop continued to give Adam the laptop version of the middle finger, which is an overheated power cord, go figure. He thinks it'll hold long enough for a data transplant, but after that, the plug will have to be pulled.

Sorry, Lappy. You won't die alone.

Tomorrow, I'm going to the bank to work out financing for a replacement. I'm kicking myself repeatedly, of course. I should have started saving for the inevitable with the first glitch last summer. I should have done some freelancing work to cover the bill. I should have, should have, should have. But I didn't so, hello bank!

And then, later in the week, we'll troop over to CompUSA and find the cheapest machine I can afford and buy it. It could be as early as Wednesday or as late as the weekend. I'll have internet access at work, but I kind of doubt I'll be able to update the website as much as I'd like.

Did I mention I'm just sick over this? I'm already suffering from buyer's remorse and I haven't started pricing anything. God.