two days ago i got contacts. i hate them. a month ago i spilled an entire glass of water across my laptop keyboard. it looked like a river when it happened. i stared at it momentarily, and then swiftly tipped it upside down onto a towel. i took it to tekserve a week later. there were only 5 keys that still worked, so i was cut and pasting letters from old documents to spell out my username and password to get into my email. first tekserve said i needed a new keyboard. fine. then when that was fixed, they said i needed a new airport card. fine. then they called and said it was my logic board, not the airport card. this all took 3 and a half weeks and 3 different trips to tekserve, which i really enjoyed. there’s something about the forced wait, which i find enjoyable. sitting in the waiting area. it relaxes me. i never get annoyed, i just sit and observe and wait my turn. at tekserve they give you colored tickets – they’re designed to look vintage and they have the numbers appear on vintage mac computer screens. and then they call your number ‘yellow 68’. i saved all my tickets, and scrounged up a few that others left on the counter. having your computer out of your house is a real blessing. i did so many other things. productive things. the computer is a waste of time. i hate that i have it back. my friend is bringing her computer to tekserve tomorrow because her screen broke. i told her she should hope that they keep it for weeks. i want to bring my computer back. but now i have it. contacts make me feel like things are larger. after not seeing my laptop for 3-1/2 weeks the guy brought it out and i said, that’s not my laptop, that’s too big. he said well, look at the keyboard, does it look more familiar? i said “i guess so..”. hm. as if the keyboard looks unique to me. it doesn’t say kate on it. it’s just a keyboard.