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I got a new hard drive on Monday. I was all excited about it: it’s virtually silent compared to my old 20GB drive, and it’s eight times bigger.

So last night, after I had gotten all my old data off my old hard drive, I disconnected it. I started up my computer again, and nothing. No boot screen, just a a screaming beep from the system speaker.

What the fuck?! There was absolutely no reason why the damn thing shouldn’t work. None. After screwing around for a while, I tried changing everything back to the way it was.

Fine, whatever. It’s not what I wanted, but this should work. Right?

I fumbled around on the back of my PC trying to find the power switch. I couldn’t find it, so I leaned over to look. I flipped the switch…

…and a shower of sparks exploded inside my power supply–with my face directly in front of it. I jumped back, swearing at the top of lungs. I guess I’m lucky I didn’t get a powerful shock. (You know, again.)

After the plume of smoke cleared, I unplugged my PC and went to sleep angry, and concerned that every component in my computer had been reduced to useless silicon goo.

This morning, I woke up, and took a shower to get the stink of burned electrical components off of me. I tore out the old PS, and went out and bought a new one. It was only after I’d spent forty non-refundable dollars that I remembered: my crispy-fried PS isn’t that old. I’ll bet it’s still under warranty.

And indeed it was! I sent it in today (for another thirteen dollars–grrr), and Antec is going to ship me a new one in… God knows how long. So I guess the (boring) story has a moderately happy ending.

I don’t really mind that I spent the money for a new power supply when I didn’t really need it. Going without the Internet for a few weeks would be bad. But without a PC entirely, I’d go into withdrawal. When the new one arrives, I’ll just use it to build a PC out of the spare parts I have lying around. Maybe I’ll give it to my grandparents. I guess they were thinking about getting on the Internet.

Food

I’m pleased to announce that Operation Deplete Foodstores is well under way.

Whenever I go to my parents’ house, my mom always loads me up with various cans and box mixes that I have no intention of ever eating. They sit in my cupboard taking up space for years.

Every so often I won’t go grocery shopping for a long period. I think the last time I actually purchased a decent quantity of food was in mid-December. This is for a combination of reasons: poverty and laziness. During this period, I do my best to slowly work my way through the things my mom gave me.

Also, I don’t like grocery shopping. Somehow I always feel ill-prepared to be there… for some reason, I feel like I should show up with a list and a plan. I watch the soccer moms effortlessly float through, grab exactly what they need, and disappear into the aisles. All this happens in the space of time it takes me to decide whether or not I should purchase a tangerine.

Anyway, today I made an angel food cake, chocolate pudding, and two meals. All from box mixes.

I’m making good progress. It won’t be long now, and I’ll be down to nothing but the basic ingredients of food. Then, and only then, will I break down and go grocery shopping.

Perhaps I’ll make a list.

Marriage

Today, I went with my friends Jeremy and Nick to the Men’s Wearhouse. Well, they went. I got bored quickly and walked next door to CompUSA. It was fun, but also frustrating. There’s nothing worse than looking at lots of cool stuff you can’t possible afford.

Not that I didn’t buy anything: I just couldn’t get the laptop, flat panel monitor, HDTV, and wireless networking products that I really wanted.

Anyway, on the way there, we were discussing girlfriends. Jeremy jokingly asked me if I was going to marry my girlfriend Christine.

I smacked him upside the head.

I’m fortunate that Christine and I have the same outlook on life after college: spend a few years living for ourselves before we’re ready to settle down. The whole mortgage / dog / mundane suburban existence thing can wait indefinitely.

(Not that either one of us wants to live in the suburbs, though. That’s another rant completely.)

That is all.