My computer at work has once again rolled over and played dead.
Only it didn't play.
This time it was the fan that kept running and running and running and whining and whining and whining like a fretful toddler.
Except my computer is older than a toddler, has a bad motherboard, and is much more annoying.
Thank goodness a new computer was approved for me just this week. Now it only has to go through fifteen more miles of red tape before it can actually be ordered, another couple of weeks before it ships, and still another two to three before it arrives...
Meaning I'd best break out the stone tablet and chisel ala Fred Flintstone. What DID we do before computers?
I'm so glad I'm young enough not to be able to remember.