I set myself up in the reception area this morning, determined to get through all my pending financial work (updating an Excel sheet with all our expenses) as well as Livejournal reading.
A little before lunch time, my MacBook laptop crashed. Attempts to reboot on the safe mode failed. The green, pixelated screen, according to Mac forums perused via my iPhone, inform that I probably lost my graphs board.
Fuck.
The nearest Mac technician is 3 hours away in São Paulo.
Oh joy, my laptop crashed - again.
I've had it for nearly 10 years, without any problems, but ever since the Apple alerts cropped up that they wouldn't support its operating system anymore, it's all gone to crap.
I've done Utility Disk operations tonight. Hopefully it's workable tomorrow, or can accept a restore from a backup.
#OldSchoolLivejournalPost
Apologies for the lack of posts. I left my life in London behind, moved to Brasil to help run my family's guesthouse in the countryside, started a blog that promised to document everything and then... nothing.
Well, my Macbook's screen died about a week ago. I'll probably catch a bus to São Paulo this Monday or Tuesday, to have it inspected by authorised Apple personnel. In the meantime, my iPhone has been my saviour (from which I send you this missive.)
Normal services will hopefully resume soon.
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