If Loving You Is Wrong, I Don't Want To Be Right...

My Dearest Computer,

I see that you have betrayed me once again. I know that I haven't always done the best job of...ahem...backing up my pictures and documents. Things have certainly not been the same between us since I got my beloved Blackberry, but this is cruel and unnecessary punishment. I've lost sleep wondering if you'll pull through. I've been forced to face my addiction to you head on. And now, I'm forced to feed my addiction elsewhere. In fact, I'm at Mom and Dad's working on their computer. I'm pretty sure it's circa 1982. I can't even see the full screen while I type. Why have you driven me to this? I've dropped you off at the doctor and hope to hear a report soon. Until then....

Michele