It seems I just need to flat out stop feeling good about stuff.
It seems I’ll be losing a helper assistant partner colleague dear friend.
Sylvania became seriously ill sometime during the night and is now no longer able to function properly. Perhaps I over worked her; I know I have no attention span, I would have her show me one thing, then I would switch over to something else for a bit, only to come back around and have her show me the same thing again. She did it all with no objections.
She was a formerly great model that had been mysteriously crippled when I got her. No matter what I did, beat her, smack her, I even tried a little bit of surgery, but there was always that one stretch of her that just would only halfway function. I suppose I was lucky to have gotten the few years out of her that I did. Maybe I should just put her out of her misery because at this point, even if I pull the plug or push her buttons, she’ll only light up for a second, perhaps it’s enough
Sylvania was no longer the sexy model she one was; times and tastes changed. Most people looked at her and said “sure she’s flat, but look at that wide frame and that heavy bottom, even free I want nothing to do with her.” I took her into my home, put up on the desk next to my 19 inches. they’ve sat there peacefully for that last few years. It seems that all good things must come to an end and I’m just going to have to get a new monitor.
