Maybe I'm growing. I just don't know. Maybe my laptop really is a lush. I just don't know. Not too long ago, I was drinking a cup of coffee. It was a Friday morning. I was sitting with my laptop on the arm of the chair, my cat on my lap, and reached for my coffee. My laptop reached right out and took a huge sip. I was appalled. My laptop has snagged a sip of my water before. Then the horror! The sheer horror. Friday. It was 5 a.m. My laptop clearly had a problem, but I hadn't recognized it in time. One split second, and down the hatch. That double shot of Goldschlagger was more than my little laptop could handle. That Gateway was down for the count. 10. . . no vital signs. . . 9 . . . no pulse . . . 8 . . . now the keys are sticking. . . 7 . . . oh no! . . . 6 . . . the internal sound continues to beep. . . 5 . . . We've declared a winner!
And the Gateway stopped in to see Betty Ford. Please people, don't let your laptops have access to alcohol. Well, my Gateway checked itself out of the clinic and is on it's way to the gutter. I tried to help it. Jess tried to help it. Now, all that is left is a shell of the old laptop. My little laptop served me well. Good luck. G-d's speed. And I'll miss you.
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