I just gave my computer an external hard drive for its birthday, and it is SO like, omigod! Thank you!
It was on special too, which is weird, cause sometimes I feel like everytime I really want something it is miraculously on special, and yet if I examine this inkling, I realise it is often not true (for example, my new external hard drive wasn’t really on special at all, I just totally made that up and the first half of this sentence is a complete lie, but there was a general OfficeWorks special of external hard drives at the time I bought my external hard drive, so I’ve kind of just lumped my hard drive in with it). It’s my general Pollyannaishness at work. See, and it sounds like it should be advantageous, to see the world in such rosy terms, but it’s actually not because it means I spend more money than you would think someone with a so-called eye for specials ordinarily would.
Anyway, after dumping all the music files my brother-in-law kindly gave me on the external HD, my MacBook is suddenly all skittish and playful again. It reminds me of nothing so much as when my friend’s dog Hicks is staying with us, and we take him to the park, and he’s all a bit sluggish and labradory, and then he does a poo, and suddenly he’s bounding all over the place and breaking into the uplifting numbers from West Side Story.
I haven’t got a photo of Hicks at this time – he just turns into a cartwheeling blur – but here is one I took earlier when we were playing hide-the-ball. Hicks was counting. I hid the ball.
