Cope

[prog]

At the risk of sounding whiny, I will note that I'm not coping as well as I'd hoped with the absence of my iBook. Yesterday I took a nap in the middle of the day, and last night I slept for 10 or 11 hours. Gord help me, I'm acting like one of my mopey housemates.

I have noted to myself how the machine has become, outside of my own body, the center of my existence on the Prime Material Plane. This is not to say that I do everything on or through it, but I live through my computer enough so that I feel compelled to carry it with me everywhere and keep it ever-accessible. Suffice it to say that, though I thought I was joking some months ago about being so happy to finally have Net access in the bathroom, nobody is laughing now.

Apple.com's support site has no record yet of my machine's fate, not even their acknowledgement of a work order. Worry worry. Maybe tonight.