the squee

I called the lady I forced to walk up stairs and asked about the job, because I'm that kind of masochist. I didn't get it, since apparently, someone applied who has prior experience, and possibly, didn't require calesthenics of the interviewer pre-interview. So I came home.

And there he was.

My laptop--oh God, do I love it? Let me count the ways. No, wait, I won't. I just keep opening it to stare at it lovingly.

So John is now sitting *right beside me*, charging. And I love him. Very, very much. Very, very, very much.

Yeah, and first mocking post on *that* name...*narrows eyes*. I so dare you.

So you know, no new job, but have laptop. This isn't bad at all.