No, it didn't turn back into Bedford Falls. The Mr. Potters of America are still large and in charge and I certainly did not get presented with a huge influx of cash when I prayed for help.
My laptop, says my guru, needs a new hard drive and the one he has in stock isn't compatible with my laptop. I'm not going to ask for help anymore because my last appeal resulted in zip. I'm not saying this is the end of Pottersville but I'd be lying if I gave you a rosier picture. A used hard drive is out of the question let alone a new one and we'll be lucky if we could make the rent this month. Add two more rejections from lit agencies today, a missing unemployment check and a job falling through and this is the worst two day period of my life since I got kicked to the curb last March by my own family.
Besides, blogging's the last thing on my mind these days. I'm fighting just to keep our heads above water.
So, adios, muchachas. It's been fun (although sometimes it wasn't) but everything has to end sometime.