Lappy's sick again. Now it's a power supply isuse. Adam's going to crack the case and try soldering the contacts, but the situation is considered terminal and I have to start shopping for a new notebook.

I'm! So! Iirritated! because I had big plans for retiring Lappy and buy a big pimpin' Mac Powerbook when I had money to do so. However, since I am forever broke and I like things like food and a roof over my head, the upgrade was going to be a ways down the road and Lappy was going to have last until then.

My hand's been forced. I hate that. Now instead of tooling over to CompUSA and walking out with said big pimpin' Mac, I need to shop around for some cheap PC notebook that I can pay off in a short amount of time.

I hate deficit spending.

Adam didn't cotton to my idea of just skipping the computer and finding a manual typewriter. "Aside from hating the idea of hearing 'tappity-tappity-tappity-tappity' at all hours, how would you get stuff on the internet?"

I looked at him. "You do it."

He wasn't buying that. I have to buy a new computer.