It's all in the Motherboard.

So, I finally took Lappy to the doctor. The prognosis was not good.

My motherboard is dead. Fried. Kaput. Gone by the wayside.

It's too expensive to fix and I'm computerless. So, no more photos til I get back from London. No more youtube-ing. No more Skype (unless I mooch computers). No more late nights doing nothing and no more obsessive email checking.

I can still use my roommates computers if they'll let me, so I won't be ENTIRELY cut off. I just won't be able to do things like . . . write my art history paper at home. That'll be fun.

It's a gross grey day and this is a total FML moment, but I seem to be taking it all in stride. I think this is going to be OK.