Well, I was going to get on here and write the predictable rant about how the fucking fuckers at Apple can fuck off and die ... but they've ambiguously come through for me.

While I don't want to dwell on the Worst. Day. Ever., the story in brief is that, less than a month after I got my laptop back from the shop after the last disaster, the logicboard has died again. And I cried in front of my hot English tutor.

Last time my computer died, it took three weeks to get it back - three weeks in the middle of semester, when I could least afford to be without it. This time, I spent a lot of time ringing around looking for somewhere that could look at the machine faster, and had some success - mostly in faraway places where I don't have time to go. Soooooo, I wound up taking it back to the people I said I would never go back to. And they surprised me. Pushed the machine to the head of the queue, waived the assessment fee (the machine is out of warranty, even if its new logic board isn't), and were generally quite pleasant about it.

The only thing I could find to complain about was the fact that they sent me away for an hour because all the techs were at lunch - but in that hour, I finally remembered to buy bread (which I've been forgetting to buy for a week), and also found an emerald green Sgt. Pepper greatcoat, which I am overheating in as I speak, because it's a nice day but I can't bear to take it off.