I got my lap-top back. It's been in the shop for weeks. Despite having my PC to play with, I didn't realise how much I missed it.
I haven't been able to head to my room. Close the door. Shut the world out. Feel my spine tingle as I have my world to myself.
It's an illness, I'm sure.
It was cleaned up, sped up, had the virus soft ware replaced; like having it's nose blown and its arse wiped, injected with speed and sent back to me. I can't really notice that it's going that much faster, but it's nice it's back.
I slept with it in my arms last night. No, I didn't, but I gave it a pat just before I turned the light out.
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