My heart is breaking… and it’s for a completely selfish reason, too.

My beloved Wub, my darling little iBook, is sick. I have tried to revive it, and I’m waiting for backup (my darling hubsie, my Monsieur, my rock and my keep) to get hope so I can once again behold its loveliness staring back at me.

I never knew that one could have feelings of deep love and quasi-familial regard for a piece of plastic and silicon…. but man. This is horrible.

I am looking at it, placidly sleeping the comatose sleep of the dead, and I wonder if it hurts. If I hurt it. My poor baby.

Oh boy.