Thank Goodness You're Home!
I didn't know which I wanted to make love to more: My computer, or the Apple Store genius bar woman who brought it out from the back room.
I've been without my computer for twelve days that felt like forever plus an eternity times three. Next time, I hope they'll take my arm instead. I don't want to exaggerate or anything, but next time...
...I hope they take my arm instead.
Even backed up six ways from Sunday and having Stacey's nearly-identical-to-my-Powerbook iBook to use, e-mail has been agony through web interfaces for both home and work, and all of my contacts have been locked inside an archive of Palm Desktop information I couldn't access and forgot to sync. I never got around to installing all of the security tunnels and proprietary Tomo software (no matter, we've been in dawn-to-dusk meetings for the last two weeks), I didn't have my web bookmarks (and now so very far behind on blog reading), and couldn't get at e-mail I had already read but not yet responded to (so, so, so very sorry to those of you I owe e-mail to, especially Herr Doktor Siska and J-Zo, to whom I owe script comments).
The new Airport antenna has done wonders for my wireless reception, though. Which isn't nothing.
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