And it had nothing to do with my widgets. Or blogging. It had to do with having my tiny little fledgling dreams run through a shredder, then set on fire, then having a house dropped on them, and then being shot into outer-space. For perhaps the 500th time. A person finally loses it under such circumstances.
It was an old, cheap laptop. I looked before I tossed. I do wish I’d copied the Spanish Rosetta Stone lessons off it first – they were worth more than the laptop.
This post and that other won’t stay up much longer. I wouldn’t want a potential editor to get the wrong idea and think I’m a difficult person to work with.
Oh thank God – I knew there had to be something funny about the whole laptop thing.