And you said i never would.

My old laptop got magically fixed by a magician. I've seen and recovered all my precious information that i thought was lost forever, or at least for another year or so. Its all very scandalous. There are love poems, drunken images - about a million other pictures besides, communications, love letters. Paraphanalia of so many kinds.
Anything i decided was worth keeping in the past 4 years in which i owned a computer is now back in my possession. I can blackmail freely again. I couldn't be happier.

Dad bought it off me for Mum to use. I've spend countless hours keeping it alive so you can imagine that i felt nostalgia for the clump of hardened metal.

But that was just for about three minutes. The possibilities of what i could do with the two of them went for a little runaround in my consciousness.
Imagine.
One hand on each keyboard, one eye on each screen. There was no limit anymore. No shutting down due to far too many programs open. No battery troubles because i would always have back up. I could play that stupid richochet game on two screens and it would up my reflexes dramatically. If one crashed the other was there to take its place.

The mental pictures alone gave me a headache.