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So I spent the last two weeks typing up a Weiss fanfic (for a christmas exchange) while re-organizing my stuff after the JLPT insanity. This week, however, the fanfic gods decided to use me as target practice:
* Monday morning: My 8-year old laptop finally bit the dust. Well, not quite. See, it made a funny buzzing sound, then the backlight burnt out. So she's still actually working, but to see anything, I'd need a flashlight held against the screen in an strange angle. Spent the rest of the day transferring everything onto my Mom's Acer desktop.
( If it was that simple, I'd be perfectly fine... )
I'll be back, fanfic gods! *shakes fist*
* Monday morning: My 8-year old laptop finally bit the dust. Well, not quite. See, it made a funny buzzing sound, then the backlight burnt out. So she's still actually working, but to see anything, I'd need a flashlight held against the screen in an strange angle. Spent the rest of the day transferring everything onto my Mom's Acer desktop.
( If it was that simple, I'd be perfectly fine... )
I'll be back, fanfic gods! *shakes fist*
