okay.. what. the. fuck? .'.

let's travel back in time a couple of hours to 4pm my time..

me: "Yayyyy! My new laptop! It's here!
oooooh.. shiiiny bits and matte bits... ooohh fastttt!"
(proceeds to go through the usual setup procedures, "hmm.. a couple of dodgy pixels on the screen.. no biggie.")

now zoom forward to 6:30pm

me: "Well.. that's windows pretty much installed, I'll go make a cup of tea and then it's time to make some music!"

6:45pm

me(freshly cigaretted and clutching a few CDs): "Alriiight.. let's get to it! what should I insta... okay.. what. the.. fuck?"


Alright alright.. so I suck at monologues.. Basically, the computer was no longer doing anything - and showed no signs of changing it's mind.
Called up overstock.com - they said I can return it (phew!) and they'll do a refund, minus a 15% restocking fee (on a dead computer?). But I want a computer, how about a replacement? "Sure, we can do replacements, what we do is send you a label, which you put on the box to ship it back to us, we process that and then we send you another.. that will take about a month..."

I. Am. Utterly. Fuckin. Speechless.

phobius is frantically avoiding feeling like Universe simply doesn't want him to have a computer..

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*choking sounds*