Man vs. Machine...Again?

  Tuesday afternoon my computer crashes...just says "fuck you I'm outta here" and shuts down. My first thought was that it's nothing a simple reboot won't solve. Afterall, it was running fine up until then. I click restart and this bad boy backs out of everything just like it should. It shuts down briefly, as usual, and restarted. Great, nothing to it. Nothing to it until a bright blue screen popped up. It was plastered with text but only remained on for like 3 seconds before going to a DOS type of screen. Simply stated it said that my computer was fucked up and what did I plan on doing about it?

  Given I only had two choices I chose to let the 'puter try to fix itself rather than let it try to start normally which it obviously would have trouble doing. So it runs through some boring damn diagnostics shit and then tells me it cannot repair itself. Essentially, my 'puter with the attitude was saying to me, "look you brain dead asshole I'm down, and I'm not coming back to life moron!"

  All day today (Weds.) I'm still without a computer and I'm wishing that all of those times I've cursed it and kicked and spit on it that I had just been sweet to it instead. Like petting it and talking to it. Sane shit like that. Damned this was really reaching a major mental breakdown level. Withdrawals began to set in. I began shaking and getting dizzy. So, I broke down and called a computer geek friend of mine.

   My geek buddy showed later today...in time for supper. He spent about 30 minutes working with it before he had it up and running like a charm. I explained to him what I had already done to it, and he said that I was literally one click away from fixing it myself. Unfortunately, that's at the point where I became too pissed to go on and just walked away from it. One fucking click away from satisfaction, joy and my beloved interwebz.  Maybe an extra shot of whiskey would have helped before I got knee deep in it. I may have even made that one last click-doubt it-Don.