So, the other night I turned on my trusty ibook, which has been running OS X since January.
Unbidden, and ever-so-sweetly, it booted up in OS 9. My old desktop appeared, like a bright pink ghost.
I rebooted in OS X, and that worked, so I took a few deep breaths.
Then I opened up Mail, which gave me some strange error messages.
I rebooted everything once more, and haven't had any problems since then, but now I'm nervous.
It's like that feeling in junior high when you started having a sneaking suspicion that your best friend might be a horrible bitch.
or something. you know what I mean.
the trust is shaky.
it saddens me.

When I got up the next morning, I washed some dishes before I had my coffee and managed to break my favorite mug and a wine glass.

I haven't looked at any horoscopes lately, but I wouldn't be surprised if they told me not to perform any brain surgery this week.