All Good Things Must Come To An End

So remember last week or so when I was venting about my large picture project of deleting, transfering and saving thousands of pictures onto my external harddrive? Well, it was perfect timing because I fear that my beloved Toshiba Satellite A105 is on it's last leg.

I haven't been able to completely diagnosis exactly what in tarnation is wrong with my computer, other than it is approaching three years in our household and that appears to be about the time that our computers just get down right sick of us. I want to blame Google Chrome, or that disk my sister-in-law sent me, or even my recent removing of the plastic protective sticker for the screen for the demise of my Satellite but it was probably a slow demise that I only just began to realize when the silly thing started to freeze up on me.

Today, my computer, which I never named because I just don't do things like name my computer "little geek" (sorry Tyler), had a huge tantrum. It froze up on me. It told me I could wait for a response or "kill them" with an angry face. It was scary to be honest. Then when I restarted it I tried to use the fingerprint reader and it told me things like "too fuzzy" and "skewed" when the only messages I've ever seen before were "too fast" and "too short". I actually had to type in a password, bummer. Then nothing. No icons or bottom control panel. Unfortunately, I am not a computer genius. In all honesty, when it comes to computers I come off as a girl of very little brain. I could only sigh, shut it down again, and be without interactions on the world wide web for most of the day.

There are a few things that can be done, or so I've been told. I've never even defragmented my computer, not even once, and apparently that is a bad thing. We may be able to medicate it a little, keep it moving a little longer but I know, deep down, that the computer I bought to accompany me on IVF bedrest is on it's way out.

Most people would be happy with the prospect of buying a new computer, and I'm not entirely saying I'm not. But I hate to spend the money. And I hate to start over. I hate change. Losing the fingerprint reader on the other hand, may be a blessing, it was the most finicky device I have ever been in contact with on a regular basis.