The ride home from Salkehatchie must have been a little bumpier than I thought.

Upon my return, I opened the Macbook which had served me so well when recording my evening thoughts during the week. Immediately the computer began recreating the searchable database of all of my files. Apparently it had lost something. I plugged my external hard drive into the computer to run a backup. Hours and hours later, it finished backing up nearly 80 gigabytes of supposedly changed files. I know for a fact that I didn't change that many during the work week.

I started browsing the internet. Perusing Digg, I found myself needing to hit the "back" button. I used three fingers to swipe the trackpad, but to no avail. The trackpad was malfunctioning. I went to play music, but the computer didn't see any inputs or outputs. I tried to fix the problem with a reboot, which took over ten minutes every time I tried.

In desperation, I took the machine to the Apple store. Hoping that they could work me in before my appointment, I showed up early. They took me exactly when I was scheduled. After a brief rundown of the symptoms my computer was showing, the so-called genius ran tests to see if the hard drive was working properly. In fact, it was not. In transit, the drive had crashed and needed immediate replacement.

So, here I sit, without my computer (although, thanks to the extended warranty, all of my cash). For the next few days, I have to suffer through Mom's Sony Vaio, plagued by Vista and a spacebar which only picks up my right thumb (I typically space with my left.) It should be a good time. /sarcasm