the story thus far: my laptop has been infected by spyware, nearly to the point of being non-operational. Nearly simultaneously, the PC at my house got infected, and Alderan was destroyed by the Death Star.
I could maybe pay to get my laptop fixed, but this may just be my lappy's time to go. It's 5 years old, which is like 80 in computer years.
As a result, i've been writing less (if at all). Tweeting less. I've been online less.
but also, the fact that the home PC broke down as well make me think that maybe God's trying to tell me something. But what would that be exactly? Stop using the computer? Stop writing? Start writing with paper and pen more?? get a job so i can afford a new computer?
maybe i'm just searching for meaning in meaningless coincidence. i never realized how big a part of my life having a laptop was. you can call that sad, but it's just a fact. it's how i connect with the outside world, how i express myself, how i keep in touch, and how i write, which maybe i've been taking for granted.
that's all.
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