And it was not your fault but mine.

so i had a really shitty afternoon. i'd been feeling pants the whole night before and like i didn't know what the point in me being here was anymore and that i was pretty useless and should just be a quitter and piss off home. y'know, a proper emo nervey spaz. then today i was cleaning my bedroom window from the outside with the hose, unaware that the window was crap and not exactly airtight. when i came back in there was water everywhere. fuck. and all over my macbook. fuck fuck. he spluttered and died and the screen was all leaky. fuck shit fuck. i was gutted. i know it's just like a thing and no-one died or anything, but it proper set me off. so i had a big ol' self-indulgent weep and strop session, and then i felt much better. i got my trusty hairdryer and took maccy apart and gave him some tlc. and lo! back to life he came. lovely trusty macbook. i will never leave you unsupervised again. so anyway, i do feel better now. i had a cup of tea and a sit down and besides, i'm sure it'll be alright in the morning. off to a super sweet fifteenth tonight - apparently that's a thing here - so i better scoot.