I must confess my sin.
I may have killed my computer.
This is not the first time.
I repent.
There is nothing else I can do. Sigh.
I have taken it to the miracle worker in our town.
It is in his hands to bring it back to life.
Until then I am left alone with only my thoughts and nowhere to type them. Sigh.
I am at the neighbor's house now and have been given limited access to the computer.
Sigh.
My sin is before all.
Now you know. Have mercy.
