I boot up this morning to fit in a little bit of work while I'm breakfasting. Sad I know, but if I can dash off a couple of emails, it makes life run a little smoother.
Only today - well my comuter gives me a dark screen - ominous: Error 200.
Charmed I'm sure.
Action all panic stations. Start feeling tense. Start getting nervous rash.
Call my Dad the IT guru. Bad news. Ouch.
I madly text my friend, Juzzie.
I try to no avail to resurrect my laptop but am continually greeted by the black screen. Times like this, I need to hack into the mainframe, a la Angelina Jolie in this film (I use the term 'film' loosely here).
And there goes my computer couriered off to be repaired ASAP.
So now I have commandeered Matt's computer. It's newer. It's faster. I wonder if he'd notice if I made this swap permanent?