R.I.P.

it was bound to happen eventually because it's all gonna burn, ya know, & yesterday it did. the computer. it died. so there i was being the good little keeper of my home & i decided to vacuum. it's plot & overall story are sort of a blur, but the characters were the vacuum cord, a full mug of coffee & and an open computer. rosi golan went from her smooth whispery voice singing out of the white box to a techno-slur & the screen went blue & now it's gone. no amount of striving can get it back. i'll find out soon enough if any pictures or music will be saved.
it's a very "cup is half full" sort of thing to say, but this can only be good. stuff is just stuff and it's good to be reminded of that. today, instead of rosi, i'll just sing to my kids.
goodbye computer.