Um... Hey, Carrie Leigh, want to explain?
Sure thing, y'all. I'll do my best.
Aidan is my super cute and sexy HP Pavillion laptop, for those of you who were considering calling 911 and reporting a murder.
So the story is that I woke up with a stabbing pain in my neck/back (Again, I say to you twenty somethings, ENJOY your youthful body. About 35 things start breaking). And so I plugged my heating pad into the same extension cord as Aidan and when I went to adjust said pad so that I wasn't in excruciating, stabbing OHMYGOSHTHISSTINKINGHURTS pain, Aidan took a swan dive and landed on the lovely, distressed and very hard hardwood floor of my bedroom.
He's with Matt the Computer Guy now, and in good hands. But I'm afraid, my friends, that he isn't going to pull through this one. He didn't look good at all. If a laptop could've been pale, he would have been.
After I took Aidan to the hospital, I went to the chiropractor, and he cracked stuff, I whimpered, stuck these electroshock thingies on me, I whimpered, and then sprayed Biofreeze in the general vicinity of my neck and back, and I howled. It currently feels as if my back is aflame. I want to go throw myself into the nearest snowbank and make it GO AWAY.
Instead I've got some ice and another appointment on Monday. And no laptop. *another tragic wail* So if I'm scarce, that's why.
Now I'm off to teach acting to the children of Amarillo. Have a better day than I have, everyone!