Well, make that $1404 if you add two cab rides and a can of diet soda to the tab... ahem... $1404 later, I now have a sixth computer.
Yeah. This New York City schoolteacher has sixth computers. How is that possible?
I'll tell you.
The first and oldest is a Compaq desktop that hasn't been out of the closet since I moved here. I don't know what to do with it. The second is a Fujitsu Lifebook that I bought during my "Oh my God I am turning 30 and I am losing my shit and I guess I better write a novel" flip out. The third is the Powerbook G4 I bought when I moved to New York. It lived three months - and died only because I was riding an Amtrak train one day and happily working when the train slammed on the breaks - and consequently slammed my skull straight into the monitor. That's right, people. I broke it with my skull. The fourth one is the PowerBook G4 17" wunderkind I bought shortly thereafter. It lived four years - until the CD driver broke about six months ago. It, too was functioning (sort of) until last night, when it chose to sound like a squirrel in a well just like computer five, which is right now as we speak undergoing surgery to install a new hard drive. I expect to get it back in three days. But can a person who works from home be offline for three days? Not so much. Also, I signed up for Blog365, which y'all know I take far more seriously than my job.
A sixth computer was clearly in order.
Computer six is an iMac with wireless mouse and keyboard. Thus far, we are friends. If this one fails, however, I am taking a direct flight back to Morocco, hiring a safari to take me to the Sahara, and walking straight into the desert to live among the nomadic sand people. The. end.