my connection grasp of the internet is so tentative that it's as if i don't have it at all. listening to horrible, soul-sucking radio in my bedroom that zzzs in and out of tuning. unbearably archaic.
potential recovery of my own computer looking very bleak.
my brother says this is a good opportunity to buy a new laptop, but i only want my mammoth and all its little files.
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