Last night I heard two text notifications back to back on my phone, but I was in bed, so I figured whatever it was could wait until morning. When my alarm went off at 5am, I saw two tweets asking whether my account was hacked, or if I just decided to begin tweeting about weight loss.

Lo and behold, my account was indeed compromised. For a moment I thought it was funny. I mean, if you’re going to break into someone’s Twitter account to send out spam, wouldn’t you think you’d try for someone with oodles of followers? Otherwise what’s the point? I guess the joke is on you, hacker! Then I opened my laptop and realized my entire fucking computer imploded during the night. That wiped the smirk off my face pretty damned quick. It had been acting funny for a few days, and when I turned it on this morning, there were warning screens about my firewall and antivirus being turned off, and blah blah blah. And now it appears to be useless.

Not a good way to begin the morning.

After I jumped on my husband’s computer to change all my passwords I went to vote, which wasn’t a terribly bad experience since I was in line a half hour before the polls opened. There were only about 25 people in front of me, and by 7am at least a hundred behind me, and by the time I left it looked to be well on the way to chaos. My poll location was at a hotel, and apparently they were charging 10 bucks for people to park. Obviously there were a lot of irate folks, and I certainly don’t blame them.

Anyway, I hope those of you voting today had a short wait. I have nothing even remotely interesting to say, because I’ve spent my day trying to salvage my computer, which is more or less the same as sitting in front of it and shouting profanities. It looks as though the verdict is that I need a new laptop.

Dammit.