Pacific Nights

I lost a battle the other day.
Well, not really lost, gave up, actually. It’s a rather sad story.

My old Mouse is currently sitting in the dust bin next to me. Originally, I thought that it was suffering from a terminal illness: The symptoms had my more technologically minded friends, such as Becca and Josh mystified. The cursor would periodically jump all over the screen, clicking everything in sight. The erratic nature of its movements was terrifying to behold and I honestly thought that my computer was infected with a virus, or worse. But eventually I came to a more logical conclusion.

The Mouse was possessed.

I discovered after numerous attempts at exorcising the Mouse that the only cure was to pick it up at shake it up and down really fast… Like the old shock therapy they used for schizophrenics…That would work, temporarily, but eventually, the demon would come back, and I’d have to either resort to my old treatment, or to restarting the computer…

Restarting the computer is always an awful thing to do. My computer, though not yet possessed, has borderline depression issues, and is very very moody… It takes a long time to boot up,(we clocked it at 5minutes and 14 seconds) and occasionally, suffers a nervous breakdown after being restarted, and has to be restarted again, which takes a long time again and… you get the idea…

Now that my mouse problem has been taken care of I am looking into getting a new computer…However, I write this in fear and trembling lest my current machine, upon reading this, despairs entirely and sells its soul in an attempt to buy back my affection…