"You think you understand me, but you don't"

Ahh, the love/hate relationship with my computer rages on.

I can't explain it but I'm just going to run with it. Comp doesn't want to trek all the way north to get itself fixed, so it healed itself? I did nothing new with my fiddling around...mom comes downstairs, I complain mousey won't respond. I wiggle the mouse for effect...lo and behold, the pointer moves!

*groans* Who needs mind games from the opposite sex? The computer will mess your mind up and you don't even have to buy it dinner. (And that, my friends, has got to be the most computer-geekish thing I've ever said.)