Death of a Computer

This week my laptop was taken apart, bathed in alcohol, dried, and put back together to no avail. Peach, as I affectionately called her, is officially dead.

In order to console myself I have been eating Harry and David mocha truffles by the handful. I haven't been drowning my sadness with Dr. Pepper is because when I went to Costco they were out. They had a pallet of Diet Pepsi in it's place-- as if that's an acceptable alternative. Seriously people Diet Pepsi? Hell in a hand basket . . . .