Withdrawal Pain...

My computer gave me the Blue Screen Of Death this week. It doesn't work - it barely even turns on. If it does, it just goes back to the Blue Screen. It's only been a day, and honestly, I feel like I'm suffering already.

I never realized how much I relied on my computer. Not only do I do all of my work on my computer (including this blog), but other freelance pieces are done there, as well. Additionally, I volunteer, and I almost always use the computer when working for this particular organization. However, I find more then anything, I miss not being able to play with my Webkinz, or play poker.

I went to see a friend this morning, and he told me he might have a game at his house tonight and I practically started foaming at the mouth - I was so excited! Not only would it be a game - but it would be a game at the felt - and that's always the best.

I really wish that poker were like Solitaire, and it was something you could do on your own, and as long as you had a deck of cards, you didn't even need a computer. But, that's not that case, unfortunately. So now, I find myself in the "business room" at my complex, having people stare at me as I type, receiving no privacy. There's a lot of pressure to type when people are staring - and this keyboard sounds incredibly loud to me.

I'm not a fan of technology now - at least if it means the possibility of the Blue Screen of Death. But more so if it means that I don't get my poker. It's like I bet high, and my computer said, "I fold."