the camera in my cell phone
the cell phone.
They led good lives.
They all died this week.
Yes. One week. Maybe it was two. But still.
What the heck is going on?
I'm scared to turn on the oven, my dish washer, my dryer, my car. My hair dryer, my coffee maker, my blender. Gee, I have a lot more electronics than I thought.
Also, I nearly chopped off my finger the other day.
It's been a weird week.
If anyone wants to contribute to the Plug Melyssa Back In Fund, now would be a good time. I'm typing on an eleven year old dinosaur of a computer and begging my cell to come back to life. Breathe, darn you! breathe! Talk to me, Claudia! (that's my cell's name). Say something! Anything! Please don't die! Mr Darcy (that's my laptop), please don't leave me! Snappy (camera), please work again and I'll dedicate the time to giving you a better name!
Sniff. Sob. Weep.
Can we live as a one-computer house hold? How am I supposed to
I'd post a picture to go with this obituary, but I can't. Cuz my camera broke. You may have heard.
There will be a viewing, wake and burial this weekend. You're all invited.
Please bring armfuls of brownies.
That is all.