Computer

There are about seven hours when I'm not being touched. At 11:00 PM, they usually finish up their work and finally decide to put me into sleep mode. Nothing better than sleep mode. Nothing worse than that guy. And by that guy, I mean that lard who decides to spill his coffee on my keyboard. I'm almost certain there exists such a thing as a table for you to put your coffee on. The audacity. Oh, and another thing: If you spill something on my keyboard, PLEASE feel free to use a moist toilette and wipe up your mess. Glad we're on the same page (no pun intended.) Enough about the things I loathe. Want to hear a computer joke? That's not even a question, because I can clearly see you want to hear one with my 5 megapixel camera. What's worse than AOL? Nothing. Yeah, I always get a good chuckle out of that one. Listen, I'm not going to beat around the bush anymore. I'm pretty nervous. Those nerves. Got those "cold feet". I'm actually getting my hard-drive replaced here in a week. I can't stand looking in the mirror and not having a sizable hard-drive. Especially since the Apple down on floor 5-B is sitting pretty with that 512 GB solid state. Which brings me to another computer joke. This ones for the Apple down on floor 5-B. What did Steve Jobs tombstone read? iDead. Too Soon? Too soon.