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march madness

remember when i said i hated march? i wasn't kidding. but that's nothing compared to how much march hates me. we're a week in and so far i've already had more than my fair share of bumps in the road.

chief among them, though, is the fact that my computer has been having issues. today i decided to fix them. four hours and much frustration later, I had succeeded in doing everything recommended and in making things worse.

i called apple customer service and was treated to a symphony of praise. apparently, i'm some kind of tech wizard and had accomplished 90% of what any support technician could do. only now they have to charge me to complete the work, the same as they would if i'd done nothing. so what i get for being a tech genius/ savant is four hours less left of my life and the chance to pay people 100% of their fee to do 10% of their work.

and i have a computer that won't start.

or allow its files to be backed up.

or its operating software to be reinstalled.

such is my relationship with march. and that's only what happened today. you should hear the rest of it.

three and a half weeks left. god help me.

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