I totally just fixed the snot out of this computer, yes I did. It was all like, "what do you wanna do?" And I was like, "REPAIR!! Pair again!!" And it was like, "I'm gonna take, like, an hour for that." And I was like, "Whatevs, I'm not going anywhere." And it was like, "FINE! I'll be all better AND I won't delete your old files."
That's right, I fixed it, I told it repair (I guessed when the options were "repair" or "install") and it repaired without resetting. (It would've been okay to reset (should I have done that anyway?) because I copied my files onto mom's external drive, but I'm really happy I didn't have to spend time regoing through all the settings and whatnot.)
Now I'm going to have me some cheesy poofs. Because I feel super successful.
Also, I feel the strange desire to make cookies for everyone who has helped me in the past few weeks. Drove me to the train station? Get cookies. Helped with computer repairs? Get cookies. Calmed me down after I fell down the stairs? Get cookies.
If only I had cookie ingredients. And an oven. And the time. (Hint: I'll be home soon where there'll be time and an oven.)
2 comments:
Wait, I'm not on the cookie list! (and neither is E, said E).
And I miss my cheesy poofs.
Mom, did you not give hugs after the fall? Or drive me to/from a train station? Or call my awesome uncle to get the device to fix the computer?
E, did not you show up at the train station that one time? And did I not mentally call you and get telepathic comfort when I fell down the stairs? And won't you, when I see you this weekend, say you're sorry I fell down the stairs?
I believe that you each actually qualify triplicately for cookies.
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