April 12th, 2004

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happy pre-birthday to me

I have killed the laptop.

and by the way, i HATE returning from someplace to find strange Facilities workers in my room, even when I'm not already pissed off because I'm returning from the computer center sans computer.

I've no idea whether he noticed Mulciber or not. He didn't comment on him during his waffling about whether or not F&O would pay for my laptop charger replacement, which is due to the nibbling of rampant mice (the free-range ones, not the ex-roomates), so maybe not. Which is hilarious because he put mouse sticky-traps in half a dozen places around my room.

But back to the point, the laptop won't turn on. Just won't. No sad mac face, no torn folder, no nothing. There was a suicide note when I turned it on earlier, a page of code I'd never seen before that ended in "type mac-boot if you want boot to continue", which I can only suppose is ibook for "Goodbye Cruel World!" since it is the last thing it said before ending it all.

I'd like to hope the Computing Center can fix this, but since they have problems with things like "keeping extra laptop chargers in stock", i'm not feeling real up at the moment.
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    additionally, the room smells like ass.