I looked at it. I mopped up the mess with a towel. I tested the keyboard.
It was broken.
The thought of buying a new laptop so that I could meet my month-end deadlines left me speechless.So I sat, fish-like, in the sea that poured from my eyes, and let the salt water pour over the wounds of bad luck and bad timing.
Today, after an entire morning and afternoon of going without writing, I went and bought a laptop. The salesman asked me what I was looking for. I replied, "My needs are pretty simple. I'm a writer. I need a box -- preferably lightweight and rather small -- in which to carry around my words. And I'd like it to be pretty indestructible."
I came home with this. With the service protection plan. And I am happy. Poorer, but happy. It works! And now, so can I.