My MacBook Pro, one I’ve owned since 2010. We’ve had emotional ups and downs — screen going out and taking forever to come back up, slowing down, etc. — during that time.
However, on Thursday, September 11, 2014, its “heart”, or hard drive, was no longer read by the system. Had I not known I could replace the hard drive, I would think it was the end of the MBP.
Thankfully, the diagnosis may be a dead hard drive, and the cure a replacement, which means minor surgery on my part. I want to bring him (my MBP is the man in my life right now). For now, my phone is my primary source of surfing Tumblr, tweeting, checking email, and drafting/publishing posts here on WordPress. But it’s just… not the same.
I miss my bae, and I hope to have him back in commission within the next week or so, sometime soon. We have many memories in our four-year relationship, most of which are backed up on an external drive, another party in the relationship. Not sure to call it polyamorous, but they’ve done their job.
Someday soon, my fingers will trace his keys, typing in harmony once again…