I bear the fingers of electronic death. I am seriously contemplating sending my hands in for radiation testing. Within the past year, I have seen the demise of two watches, Dakota the Computer (twice-- in fact, it is still being fixed), and this morning, the laptop my father let me borrow refused to turn on. Nay, it turns on, but the screen is black. All the time. It is either complete silent (off) or whirs for a few seconds and then turns silent (on). I don't know what to do. I always considered myself a good caretaker (Dakota the Computer lasted 6 years) but what does ginger care matter when I have the hands of death? I'm almost afraid to get my new computer back now (it's being de-Vista'ed as we speak). I'm thinking of calling it Cecil.
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