After having a nice meal with my friends at a secluded Chinese restaurant near our office, I slowly trudge  into my house and then up the stairs. As I’m about to walk passed my younger brother, Trevor, without saying “hello” I discover that he really has nothing better to do with his time than to watch online videos all day on his computer (what a wet-dream of a life). Yet sometimes… the lack of productivity in his day is the peak of hilarity in mine.

I walk into my room and find myself humming Johann Pachelbel’s Canon Rock, since the Chinese restaurant seemed to have some version of the popular song on repeat the entire forty-five minutes we were eating. I grab my MacBook out of my backpack and then realize that I’ve left the laptop’s charger at work. Fricken heck… (Yes, I’m going to try hard to restrain myself from using too much profanity, knowing that someday my parents will probably read this blog. Needless to say, they’re not even going to happy that I just said “fricken” let alone that I have “crap” in the blog’s title.)

I quickly finish a writing assignment that’s due by 12AM tomorrow (two hours from when I got home), since I only have about 53% battery life left on my laptop. I suppose I could always do the assignment on my Mother’s computer. Oh wait, her computer is slower than Trevor flat ironing his hair in the morning. Scratch that idea.

Anyways, it’s quarter past two and I’ve just dipped under 25% battery life and the icon in the upper right portion of my screen has changed to the alarming red, which I hate seeing.

Time to give Mr. MacBook a rest.