laptops don't like red wine

My computer has some kind of horrible hangover or allergy to alcohol. I would bet it's the latter as the plastic champagne flute I knocked over it last night was hardly enough to justify the excessive wailing and screaming this morning. It was closed so i thought it was safe, but this morning when i turned it on, rather than her little Sony Vaio song, she emitted an ear-piercing pulsing siren and flashed her little lights until i turned her off.

I think this is a good sign though. She's not trying to pretend she's fine when she's not, bravely soldiering on with its daily tasks while crying on the inside. And really that's probably best when the cause is alcohol.

You can fake it, get the points for going in, not waste a sick day, but are you really at your best? No. You're crap. No attention span, shakes and shivers, headache, nausea, self-pity, an intense desire to lie down on the floor of the toilet. This is not the time for making important decisions upon which other people must hinge subsequent decisions. And there's no point being creative without the power of reason, else how can you tell when you've had a good idea or not. Unless your company is really into pothead personal insights, it's probably not a good idea to present a new campaign on such a day.

That's why i'm so proud of little Vaio. Even though she must realize she's upsetting me by making loud offensive noises and refusing to open up, she's courageously admitting a personal failing so that i don't carry on thinking everything is fine when it isn't.

And if you're f***ed, i always think you're a little bit less f***ed if you know it.