13 December 2008

in which i realized that my ability to panic had disappeared.


This morning I found a nice way to cope with a mild hangover*: a nice protracted meandering through the Life photo archive in my bed. This was of course great until, being in bed and everything, my laptop overheated and shut down. I didn't realize that was why it happened and felt pretty convinced that it would never turn back on.

As it failed to come back on after several attempts, and I saw my thesis draft flash before my eyes, it occurred to me that in the past, such an incident would have freaked me out a lot more.
But the panic that I would've felt-- perhaps accompanied by some tears and frantic phone calls-- just wasn't there. There was even a moment where I was kinda glad, since it would mean taking the day off to order another computer and maybe actually getting my act together on my projects.

But alas, t
he computer came back on with a big SHAME ON YOU FOR LETTING ME GET TOO HOT message. As soon as it did, I backed everything up, and of course heaved a huge sigh of relief while I continued to entertain thoughts about getting a new computer in time to write it off. It was a very mellow little crisis.

I daresay, in the process of growing up and getting hormonally regulated, I have become completely uninteresting and entirely unfamiliar.


*don't have Imperial Stout and Outlaw Red in the same evening, ok?

3 comments:

Big Brother said...

Hmm, I used to this this was my Little Sister's blog, but it would seem that my Lil' Sis is all grows up...although, we do appreciate a frantic phone call from you now and then...

Queen Mum said...

I agree, "Let there be drama!" We need the frantic phone calls to gather everyone together and to give us all something to laugh about in the years to come.

Neighbor said...

Two words for the lazy: Cooling pad. It's like $20 bucks. :) Get many more hours of internet surfing without having to be out of bed! Of course, mine overheats on a desk too, sucked when I was taking notes in school...