It's too freakin' accurate!!!!!!
Okay, I'm calm, breathing easy, eating chocolate (of course I'm eating chocolate, it's that or light up a box of straws and pretend they're cigarettes), and watching what's left of my power adapter on my laptop takes its last hacking breath. Sure I would expect this from my previous laptop of 3 years (if it weren't already in the cyber cemetery waiting on resurrection), but not from a laptop that is only 10 months old. Especially since the problem first began about 4 months ago.
Yes, you could holler and shake a pointed finger at me for not sending it in for repair when it initially occurred. But, that will only get you closer to carpal tunnel rather than my compliance. You see it is still under warranty until April, however, I'm not entirely convinced it is safe to pop it into a prepaid cardboard box and ship it on off to area 51 for prying...repairing. Add to this mounting stress heap, no job, slow-as-fucking-snails-on-a-turtle's-back student financial aid disbursements, every ounce of worldly possessions huddled in a 10 x 10 storage unit, a soon-to-be late car payment, no gas (in the car), ten pounds of new belly fat that cannot be attributed to the name junior, 4-walls that are developing a complex from being stared at everyday, and you have entered, my life!
Toss in a birthday to prepare me for early-bird specials at Shady Pines Stop and Drop all-you-can-suck-through-a-straw-shuttle-thru diner, 2-4-1 GasX/Metamucil lifetime supplies, all you can see-through-cataracts Lawrence Welk reruns and an 83 yr-old mom who is making me baked ziti for my birthday dinner, telepathically through...me!
On the bright side; as of today I declare I am: a Freelance Writer, 8 months cigarette-free, about to start a 2ND round of P90X workouts (Okay so the newly gained 10 pound belly roll dictates that declaration), a sophomore in college (thank you Northeastern), healthy (in my opinion), thankful, strong, and ready to reshape my life path to accommodate 'me' not everyone else 'but' me.
Where does this all lead? Murphy's law happens like shit on your way to accept an Oscar. Through the bad comes good if you have enough chocolate on hand. Car payments eventually end when moving to any one of the five boroughs of New York City. Life (r)evolves!
This concludes this installment of many-to-surely-come, rants.
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