pats win, hard drive dies.
We went to Mom’s today to watch football. I pretty much sat there and read my book. When the book was finished, I spent the majority of the rest of the time we were there rubbing my eyes, which felt like someone had lined my lids with sandpaper.
We came home after dinner and discovered that after 3 months of dealing with my computer dying after about 3-6 hours of uptime, it had managed to stay running the entire time we were gone. Of course, my happiness was shortlived when I discovered that my 40gig hard drive had shit the bed. Fuck.
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