I sat down yesterday to start creating the database structure (a delightfully easy task now). I perched my laptop on my lap, which no doubt made the guy who invented it let out a sigh of satisfaction at another accomplishment, and got to work. A few tables later, black.
The screen went black. The laptop had shut off. It had overheated.
No worries, I thought. This has been known to happen - the fan's a bit clogged with dirt and dust and so if the laptop isn't on a cool surface, it'll overheat. I sat the machine on the little table in front of me and got back to work. A while later, black.
In fury, I leapt up and unleashed a stream of urine towards the toilet. I must point out that I actually went into the bathroom first, as I'm not blessed with such fantastic aim. I let my anger subside, picked up my small plastic guitar and thrashed out a few Guitar Hero tracks, failing miserably at No One Knows and Crossroads yet again. I had decided to let the laptop cool and also let any capacitors (which there probably is inside these things) discharge properly.
Then I would open it up, clean the fan, and everything would be good. Alas, I couldn't open the fucker. Every screw known to man was removed but the thing wouldn't open. Instead, I fixed a room fan and set it beside the machine. Success! The fan's cold air kept the laptop cool, and I worked away. As the day turned into night and other cliches, I turned the fan down a little to keep myself from freezing, and continued working.
Oh for fuck sake. Four times in one day is not fucking good. I unleashed my fury upon Crossroads but once again failed miserably at Queens of the Stone Age's efforts.
If this laptop's buggered I'll be most upset.