About an hour before I go to sleep, the laptop inevitably gets to that point before I do, and everything I try - shutting it and reopening it, plugging it in, holding down the power button - doesn't seem to work. After about half an hour of alternately pleading with, yelling at, and reasoning with it, it still just sits there like a tupperware dish full of spokes and nails and whatever they make laptops out of. I don't know what goes in a computer, but if soemone was building one and put a bike chain in there, I wouldn't think anything of it. I would feel enlightened at that point. Then I could tell other people about where the bike chain goes in the laptop, and subsequently mistranslate their looks of bewilderment as admiration of my ever expanding genius.
The laptop, sans bike chain (maybe), sits idling on my desk. The next half hour is spent staring at the power light. It seems as if the light lets out an intermittent soft glow here, but it's late at night, and I'm thinking that my eyes are just telling me that it's glowing to let me know that there is some sign of life in my computer. Either way, I end up writing my first blog not on my computer, but on the back of my grocery list which is the only piece of scrap paper I have nearby.
It's at that point that the Apple ad comes on TV to mock me in its colorful splendor, and I'm just staring at my my computer waiting for it to die.
