We didn't have class on Friday, so naturally I stayed up pretty late on Thursday jerking the night away. Friday morning, my alarm starts going off at 8 and I start beating my clock to death in a drunken haze. But for some reason, it just will not shut the f up. Since I'm so tired, I give up and try pretty successfully to tune the noise out and go back to sleep. Eventually it goes away, and in my stupor I distinctly remember hearing a very quiet noise:
"pzzzst... pzzzsst" *crackle crackle*
The hell was that? Kinda sounds like the rice krispy cereal popping noise, I think before falling back asleep.
Some time later, the alarm starts going off again. I start wailing at my alarm clock again trying to figure out why it won't shut up. Finally I realize that it's not my alarm clock. It's the stupid recurrent alarm on my cellphone. So I yank at my cellphone on the side table, shut it up with some satisfaction and get ready to slumber.
But what the hell? What's this glass doing toppled over? Oh crap... I spilled my water from last night... oh wait a minute... *looks in the direction of the fallen glass* ...
oh @#(*&!!!!! I spilled water all over my laptop!!!
I quickly check my baby for vital signs. Alt-tab... works okay. Clicking on different windows... okay. Closing porn windows from the night before... works fine.
So at that point I conclude that the laptop is fine. Nevermind that there's still small puddles of water on the keyboard. Nevermind that there appears to be water under the laptop, which looks like it drained onto the table surface THROUGH my laptop. I figure I can go back to sleep and just deal with it later.
Now bear in mind, when I wake up from a deep sleep, I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed. In fact, I distinctly remember that when my brother called me on 9/11 and told me the World Trade Center had been demolished, I told him "oh that's nice... why don't you call me again later" and slept for 5 hours.
So it didn't occur to me that there was any fault in my reasoning until I heard once again a few minutes later:
"pzzzst... pzzzsst" *crackle crackle*
Finally my brain was able to put it together- oh shit, that's the my-computer-is-frying noise! I open one eye to check on my computer... the screen has turned off. I get up and go through the vital signs... but she's not responding... oh NOESSS! Screen off but the power's on... no response to power cycling. Finally I yank out the battery, unplug her and set her down on the dry floor.
3 hours later I wake up and realize a couple of things. 1, I probably should've wiped the computer down a bit at the very least, before going back to sleep. 2, moving the computer probably sloshed around the water inside the computer. Another minute passes and a few more things start to really sink in- 1, I just fried my freaking laptop. 2, I can't afford a new laptop. 3, I have a shitload of projects / documents I haven't backed up and 4, if I had just shut down my laptop when I first realized I had poured water on it, I wouldn't have FRIED MY FREAKING LAPTOP.
So I spent the whole rest of the day sticking strips of paper towels through my keyboard trying to soak up a rather substantial volume of water. After that I began yanking out the ram, hd, dozens of panels, and everything I could to soak up the water which was all up in my circuits. It was so much fun I even took pictures-
I really should be a hand model.
I stuck that baby under 3 desklamps, started praying to all kinds of gods and left it alone for 40 hours. I told myself, this is a blessing in disguise. No computer means no distractions. I'll be able to catch up in my classes so that I can spank all of my finals... yet somehow I ended up watching 5 hours of Top Chef (4 reruns to watch the last hour = smart), every episode of the new super slutty Real World, the rainmaker, some documentaries on killer whales and meerkats and a bunch of other random ass crap (which may or may not include a ridiculous episode of charmed and/or gilmore girls). But I did make a batch of yummy ass spaghetti this morning, so I wasn't completely unproductive.
Anyway, to end a long ass entry, a couple of hours ago I reassembled the parts, prayed like hell and after only two scary, unsuccessful restarts, she works!!! Woooooooooooooooooooooohoo! Time to waste a few hours catching up on gossip about our impending new football coach... I'll have to blog about my recent adventures in the snow some other time.
