doodledee

The other day the battery on my work laptop went completely dead. And I mean dead dead. It won't run without power for even one second. What a pisser. If this was 1999, I could make one phone call and have a new battery, but alas, this is 2003, and I'll just plug in and keep working.

So blah, I've got no battery.

On the way home that night, I heard Van Halen's Dance the Night Away [download mp3] on the radio. That song rules. I don't care how grumpy-ass you are after a long day at the office, if that song doesn't make you dance in your seat, you're broken.

I get home and bound into the house all jazzed-up and ready to rock and roll and keep the party kickin' 'til the break of dawn. Whaa-hoo!

That's when Libby tells me that Target is buying her a new Mac iBook because they had some extra money leftover from 2002.

>sob<

On a bright note, she said I get partial visiting rights, but that I'm not to treat it as my own. I thought that was a little over-the-top. It's not like I was going to kidnap it and take it to California.

To work, sure, but not to California.

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