I busted a nut on my laptop. Sparks started flying out of it. I asked my mom if she could let me borrow money for a new one. She said, Son you’re 26. The underlying truth in that statement is self-evident, as you can tell. So I go back to my room and on my laptop is the nut I busted. It looks like coffee cream. Amaretto. It’s on the keyboard like a big fat SPLAT! And even on the screen is a sprinkle of juice. So now I don’t have a laptop, which sucks. I’m thinking, how long do I have to save to get a laptop? Should I even get a new laptop. I don’t even want anything. The feeling of not wanting anything.