This addiction is no laughing matter, mind you. It started when I was traveling with "Miss Saigon," wanting to cut back on syrupy, over-sweetened soft drinks. Diet Pepsi seemed even sweeter than its sugar-laden counterparts, if that could be possible, and so it was that I found the former much more to my liking.
Several guilt-free weeks passed, and I found that I was starting to drink quite startling amounts of the magical, carbonated, sugar-free nectar. It was obvious. . . the caffeine contained in this mystical potion was part of the addiction. There would be no turning back from my 12-pack-a-day habit.
Sure, the stuff is more like a can of embalming fluid than a real thirst-quencher, but it keeps me hopped-up enough to get by on about 4 hours of sleep each night. Little did I know the real havoc it can wreak, then it happened. . .
Oooops! Oh, sh*t -- my fr$@#^^!'in laptop!
Oh, OK. None inside the machine. The keyboad took the hit. Wait. . . the keyboad? KEYBOAD!? Whe e's the ?
So, $60 and a few missing 'R's and '4's later, Apple was kind enough to get a replacement in the mail super-quickly. It arrived this afternoon, and now, typing has taken on a pleasure which is greater than almost any other I've known in a looooong time (sad, isn't it?).
Maybe it's just feels more special because it's my birthday.
