Sending a quick note from my phone. Our computer is trying to maintain some control in the house by not letting us gain access to it. Maybe it feels underappreciated?
I don't understand...I take care of you. I dust you, clean all the grubby fingerprints off of you, stay up late using everything you have to offer. And this is how you repay me. Well, fine. We'll see how you feel after we build a new computer and leave you to fend for yourself.

But do you think you could just hang in there a little bit longer? I promise I won't let Kris take a sledge hammer to you when your time with us has ended.