Laptopless

Last night, my friend Steve and I made plans to meet, so we could continue working on the creation of neveblack.com and neveblackblog.com (both still currently under construction). I'd been using my laptop; researching the internet (m/m porn) and creating a story for most of the day, so I turned off the glowing, blue screen; packed it up and headed out the door. We were meeting at a local haunt that conveniently provided WIFI, food and beverages, of course.

He brought his laptop, and I of course was bringing mine, so we could both efficiently and systematically (he's an engineer) work on this project simultaneously. We grabbed a four-top table and stretched all our technical gear out. I ordered hot tea (It's. Cold. Here. Now) and I pulled my Daniel Boone-looking hat, cheetah-print car coat, scarf and gloves off, before firing up my computer.

Silence.

"What the hell is wrong with my computer?" I asked looking at the black screen with sqiggily lines, but really directing the horrific question to the computer genius, Steve seated across from me.

"Hmmm...what do you mean?" Steve answered tenebrously (not the computer) while getting up from his seat; leaving his already working like a champ laptop and scooting around the table to my laptop rescue.

"Crash and burn." He muttered quietly.

"Hold on there Maverick, but did you just say, crash and burn?" My thoughts bubbled in my head. Then my heart started racing. My skin was hot and the room was spinning. It felt like I was going to faint, and this had nothing to do with sex or alcohol. "Holy crap, my stories! All my thoughts. The blood, the time, the sweat, the emotions. Fuck, fuck, fuck!" My eyes widened; mouth gaping open - no words were said, because my gasping for air face said it all.

Steve must have realized my silence was a call for help and stemmed from intense emotional anxiety. He must have feared a Neve break-down was looming just over the horizon, because he quickly stated, "Don't worry, we can save everything."

Silence.

Then a tiny breath of air was released from my lips. "Whew." Eye's smiling in happiness and I felt my heart beat shudder as it moved into a lower gear.

This morning I called another IT genius and scheduled to have a complete body check up done for my laptop. I drove the ailing laptop patient through the snow covered roads; eager to find a cure for its illness. Fortunately, IT was able to give it mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, and we're both back home how, stabilized for the time being.

I'm a big believer in signs. For me, the universe continues to send me messages, or lessons that I'm suppose to learn, until I fucking get it. I've been tossing around the idea of ordering a petite, and sexy, second laptop; a mistress if you will, for months now. After last night's melt-down, I finally stopped making excuses and ordered the perfect second laptop. She's arriving in the mail sometime next week, my little, sloppy second sensation. Sshhh...don't tell computer number one though, because she's still in recovery. I don't want her to get jealous and then crash again on me.

Laptop and user are recovering in room #69 -

Neve

p.s. I may have to order the uber-cool business card holder above via Etsy.