Reading andromacha's journal

This is shocking news, I know... my baby laptop died! It was only 4 months old, and I took really excellent care of it (I even put it in its cover every night after kissing it goodnight ;) Ok. maybe that's exaggerated but still...) yet yesterday it died.

Probably it is either a failure of the memory or, even worse, of the motherboard. Being a Dell, it has a great technical assistance (at least here in Italy, Dell is the best one) and so tomorrow they will come to pick it up to fix it. I know I will miss it.

That computer is all for me. Well I mean... no, I don't do weird things with him (in the kinky way), but it is the means of communication, aside from the phone, that let me keep in touch with my beloved, and the lack of it just kills me. Fortunately for me, my cousins are two angels, and Andrea let me borrow his brother's old old laptop. It could be placed in the jurassic era, but at least it works and it connects to the internet, and lets me do barely the minimum I need to do with it, at a reasonable speed.

What I can't believe is that a baby laptop could die like that. I mean, it's 4 months old, and nothing ever happened to it. Never fell on the ground, never got hit or smashed or anything. I always had extra care for it, as if it had been a real baby boy (its name would be Rudy, like my lovable kitten who is in the feline paradise now) and so the fact that it died so suddenly and abruptly just makes me so sick.

I haven't eaten since last night: and at dinner I had only a little bit of mushrooms with a small piece of bread. I just couldn't eat, thinking that my laptop was so sick (it hadn't died yet, but it died shortly after). Maybe you do think I am crazy about such things, but it's just that I tend to establish a personal relationship with things, yes, even if they don't have a soul. Things are precious to me, especially when they mean so much for my life. And that laptop means a lot to me; I have done already so many things with it, and I pray that I won't stop here.

You know, probably from a materialistic point of view I shouldn't care about it. Afterall it is guaranteed, so assuming they can't fix it, they will give me a new one. However, it wouldn't be "it" again. It wouldn't be the same one I was so excited for when I first opened the package, and it wouldn't be the same one I held tight leaping up in the air for the excitement and the joy of the moment... I just hope it will get back, and that it will be Rudy, and not some other laptop. I want mine, I don't want anything different.

And I know I can't wait to have it back home with me. That's a paradox because it is still here, but I know that tomorrow we'll have to depart for at least a week, maybe two. I feel so depressed, and the only remedy is to get it back to work again. :(

Un bacio è un'apostrofo rosa scritto tra le parole "ti amo".