I know some of you will think I'm a traitor, a backstabber, a terrible fiend, and downright evil for what I am about to say (er, type). But right now the only thing in the world that would give me pleasure would be to either:
a.) SMASH my MacBook Pro into a thousand tiny baby computer pieces.
b.) CHUCK it out of the window to land to its fiery and painful death in the garbage bin and then get puked on by a haggard old homeless man...
c.) Turn it into a s'more and then chomp it down with no regrets.
I HATE my Mac SO MUCH RIGHT NOW.
Also, what kind of hooligan is knocking at my door at 8 pm? Ridiculous, I say!