I'm home. So glad to be home. But I have to go back to the airport in a bit. We ended up getting onto an earlier flight, but our luggage was not so lucky. Unfortunately its flight is delayed past the time they would be able to deliver it to us tonight.

But HOME!!!!!! My bed!!!!!!

I think my laptop is dead.

Welcome home, Suzi.

Poor Kristin. The laptop is dead, long live the laptop.

So sorry, Kristin. It's sad. I hope it just needs a rest and is fine in the morning.

Whenever I hear/read the word "linguists"

oh good. I'm glad it's not just me. I won't tell you what "runt" brings to mind.

This is not looking good. My tech support is out to sea, and the laptop is making pitiful spinning sounds. No screen. One little start up chime, but then nothing but the sound of a dying drive. Shit. I have a lot of data on this drive. Also, no money to buy a new laptop right now. Did I mention shit?

shit

Did I mention shit?

That certainly sucks.

Of course, it does help that your SO can build a computer from parts lying around the back of his truck.

Sean and I have determined that it is not merely dead, it's really most sincerely dead.

Time to hit the genius bar to hopefully save my data and possibly go a lot more into debt. (Because ND may be good, but even he can't create a Mac laptop out of spare PC parts.)

Ah, March.

Kristin, looks like you should've dated a pie-maker instead.

...aw, man. Suddenly I'm pining for a Pushing Daisies Pi Day ep.