I took the train to Nice today to just have a little look at the MacBook Air. It's SO light and SO pretty and so outrageously cool and it was only 900(and something, or nothing) Euros. I came dangerously close to buying it. I picked out the case I was going to buy with it and everything. But then I got that feeeeling, that guilty panicky feeling I get when I'm about to buy something really expensive; heart racing, short of breath, brain feeling kind of fuzzy, light headed, confused, excited, anxious, about to pass out, and then I thought to myself, you know what, crazy person, this is NOT the right state of mind to be in when you're about to make a big purchase, so put the pretty laptop bag down and tell the lovely man who think's you're an absolute WEIRDO that thank you very much but you're mentally unstable and you will be coming back another day when you've found your medication.
This has all happened because none of you have offered to donate one to me yet, but thanks anyways to all the MacBook gurus who have sent me emails with lots of Macbooky advice (much appreciated), except, well, the thing about advice is that you can't plug it in and access iTunes, or whip it out at the corner cafe and be super chic when you open it up and the little apple lights up. But it's better than a kick in the teeth (much better than a kick in the teeth, imagine being KICKED in the teeth, imagine KICKING someone in the teeth?!), so thanks, for not kicking me in the teeth and giving me advice instead.
