So, now my Mum's laptop can't be fixed without spending about three hundred dollars for a new fan. They reckon it's not worth fixing. They told me I should forget about it. I don't need the audio jack at the front, I just need a working machine.
I *need* a laptop to write my novel. Sometimes I'm just too tired to sit up for hours and type away at a story. Plus I kinda like being shut away in my little hidy hole, writing my story on a laptop. It helps me concentrate. Being on a laptop is extra good, cause then I can write outside, inside, in the lounge, in bed, etc etc.
I need to make some fucking money, that's what. This is such a fucking piss off. God, I'm so depressed about this. I don't know how I'm going to be able to do my stories or take notes for my comics or anything without a laptop. I just feel like my arms have been chopped off or something. Which is stupid, because it's just a laptop. I'm sure some people would make do with paper and a pen or something (but my handwriting is shocking and believe me, typing up shit from pad paper is a pain in the fucking ass).
It's just not the bloody same. I'm fucked without a fucking laptop. FUCKED. I can't write on the main machine cause it's in the kitchen and it's noisy and people read over my shoulder and edit my stories without my permission and you fucking name it. CAN'T I HAVE SOMETHING NICE?!
Just. FUCK. FUCK FUCK FUCK.
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!! *kicks things and goes off and has a sob for a while*
ETA: Okay. I got over my tantrum with the universe. *healing sigh* Talked to Mum, we're going to convince the guy at the shop to fix the fan and fuck the audio jack since I don't actually need it. I won't be able to listen to shit on headphones, but the sound will still come out. That means silent porn from now on. Which is sad, cause Cytheria makes the cutest noises when she comes. :(
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