Frank is dead.

Since nobody knows, Frank is the name of my computer, short for Frankenstien. The cause of death was a thermal even caused by processor fan failure someime on the eveing of Friday.

So here I am, posting this from my Helpless' Mac. Boo.

Shit. And his wireless mouse just stopped working...... FUCK!

Ah, there we go. Anyway, my computer is dead, and i have no word on when i will be able to get it working again. however, this wans't really that bad a thing. I got a little work done on my big writing project, and got a few poems that have been bouncing around in my head written down. All in all, however, this lack of computer has turned the rest of my weekend to shit..... Helpless is really beginning to get on my nerves. I really love the guy like he was family, but his constant whining abou Hopeless and if she likes him is really getting on my nerves. Therefore, for my sanity and their sake, I am going to talk to her about it, so helpless can just shut up... ugh. More on how that goes later.