I have no idea what it says about me that I'm twitching at the idea of anyone--*anyone*--touching John that isn't me or isn't in my line of sight, but honestly? I just don't care.
Also, as of Sunday, John too has been disassembled once, and also, huh, two extra screws? Intersting. And frightening. And wow, that motherboard is complex and strange and *compressed*.
Seriously. I'm already in withdrawl. This is so not of the good.
Brian had *better* be working. Brian being the desktop. I don't even know if I can remember how to *use* that keyboard. This is so worrisome. Also, I am going to panic now? So you know. Feel free to mock me.
*chews nails* God. So panicked.