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Sorry Kiddo But I Think Your Computer Hates Me

Sorry kiddo, I think your computer hates me. Because of this, and the fact that it is fighting me on the whole refurbishing process, it may be a little while before it ends up in your room.

Okay, so here is the back story to that comment. As you all know, I bought a new computer. My old one (the one that I think may hate me) was just not doing what I needed it to. Remember, I have simple needs when it comes to my computer. So unfortunately, what it wasn't doing was turning on reliably.

Now, I may not know computers from a hole in the ground, but I do know that that is a sign that something is wrong. Deeply wrong. The problem is that I don't know how to fix the problem. If I did, likely I would not have gone out and spent cash on a new computer (sorry Gateway, I love you so and I am happy I bought you, but I am cheap). That being said, once I have a reliable computer for work, I am quite happy passing my old one on to my youngest daughter.

It's been an uphill battle getting to the point where I can pass on said computer, let me tell you. Removing files was no problem. I am good at deleting stuff. I managed to get rid of the automatic Internet connection without getting rid of the saved codes etc. But it still would not turn on.

Finally, last night I think I solved that problem. Hopefully I am right and I can begin to start putting her games on it. Because then, I can get back to the writing that paid for everything in the first place.

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