Yesterday, I killed Marvin.

There was water, and then there was me, clumsy old me, with Marvin precariously balanced in my arms.  You can probably figure out the rest.  Not.  Pretty.

So, of course, as soon as I realize that Marvin is completely fucking SUBMERGED, I start panicking and yank him out and try to drain him, but of course, no phillips screwdriver, so basically, it takes me 45 minutes (fifteen to get my shit together and another half hour to drive to Anna's house) to get him open and airing out.  So, I'm pretty sure most of his hardware is shot.  I have my fingers crossed about the hard-drive, because, oh.  my.  god.  If I can't get back most of my documents and music, I'm going to MURDER someone.

All I can say is thank GOD for techno-savvy friends who don't care if you have half your computer strewn around their den while it dries.