Day one. After purchasing power cord after power cord after power cord, I finally realize that my Compaq needs a new DC jack... NOT a new power cord. Fortunately, I can now start a Compaq power-cord store. That's all we are going to sell, Compaq cords and maybe Swedish fish for the kiddos.
Day two. After finding out that my laptop is pretty much worth less than the cost of labor to fix it, I destroy the Compaq, removing all screws, the hard drive, the battery, everything.
Day five. I finally get to the DC jack, and break it off. Ahhh... that feels better.
Day six. I clean Jeffrey's Compaq of all Trojans and Adware (that's 549 infections [porn much??]).
Day seven. New trojan. Alright, so it's not porn. It's just Babycenter.
Day fourteen. Clean Compaq once again, but what is that clicking noise?
Days fifteen through twenty-five. Blue screen of death. Kernal Stack Inpage Error.
Day twenty-six. I remove Jeffrey's shit-clicking hard drive and throw it under the couch. Nice.
Today. My awesomely awesome husband bought me a wonderful, fabulous, stupendous Apple PowerMac for an unbelievable price (it was practically theft). It's used, but it's not a Compaq. Beautiful day.
And I'm back. I'll probably still fix the Compaqs so we have them, but now that I'm back in the computer saddle, I feel no sense of urgency. Their pieces are scattered throughout the apartment, and I'm a happy girl. Too tired to actually blog anything important (I'll tackle that tomorrow), but definitely pleased with my unreasonable self.