So. My computer died. Yep. I screwed up royally this time, and killed my poor computer. And I've only got myself to blame. Next time I want to start experimenting with stuff... would someone kindly knock me out?

In the meantime, I am using a friend's computer. Which just feels strange. It's not my computer, and I am trying to do cheri-things on it. And I think I feel guilty about it, too. Not the fact that I am using a friend's computer. More the fact that I have to use a friends computer. I should be smart enough to fix my own computer. But I'm not.

And the thing is, I'm not sure I will ever get the poor old computer going again. Which is distressing, to say the least. I have been in panic mode since this started on Saturday afternoon.

In other computer news, I was finally able to send back the broken new computer. I really had to fight the company to get an RMA number. It took four or five phone calls and probably 15 or 20 emails. Crazy, I know. And I can't start publicly complaining about the company until I actually have a new computer that works. Which will be at least two more weeks of shipping, alone. bah.