The gal you loved is dead. I woke up Thursday morning to the stench of burning electrical components.
→[More:]My processor is fried, probably by my shitty power supply. It probably took out my primary hard drive as well, which means I've likely lost all my photos, documents, and emails. I won't have regular access to a computer until I can save some dough...
...I find that I am inconsolable. I cried for half an hour last night over the loss of a year of photos. I feel...lost. This computer was really the only thing of mine that's worth anything, and now it's just a pile of scrap metal.
(Ok, this sounds really pathetic compared to all the other loss in the world, but I'm a capitalist at heart and I miss my THINGS and my connection to the greater 'verse outside my tiny little room.)