Roommate Heather offered to take my laptop over to our friend Rod's house for the day so he could try and fix what ails it. Hopefully she remembered, because I not only left the computer and a huge bright note on the kitchen table, but also texted both her and Rod this morning. Unfortunately my phone's about to die so I can't harass them about it.

But if that doesn't work, the first person I freaked out to about it is the boy I Like, and he emailed me back with suggestions. (Like to do the safe mode thing. Whaaaat, I don't know how to do that.) And said he could help if I wasn't able to fix the Psychotic Trojan Horse myself. So apparently I have options. Is it bad that I kind of hope Rod fails?

Boy also said I shouldn't go on the internet until the P.T.H. is fixed. Ahaha, if ever a suggestion was doomed to be ignored...