"Messenger" 1.06 Emergency Update Patch
My computer blew up, and I haven't gotten it fixed yet. More precisely, the power supply was only just delivered to the shop for inspection, so I'm taking it a little easy today.
After all these years of using computers, this was the first time I'd ever had a power supply explode. The good news was that it was a decent power supply, so replacing it would get the computer running again, and the other components were fine. The bad news was that I'd only bought this computer three months ago...
Recently, I finally got to experience what it was like to go to work again. Every day, I'd head out to a nearby internet café, rent a private room, and write. In a daze, it felt as though I was no longer unemployed, but instead a white-collar worker with regular hours, working eight hours a day—then having to pull out my ridiculously troublesome MacBook to keep working after hours. When I was little, I actually admired the kind of white-collar workers I saw on television: taking out a laptop in the dead of night, drinking a cup of coffee, their faces illuminated by the screen as they clattered away at the keyboard. How classy, impressive, and high-end...
What was this? Hadn't you become the person you'd admired most as a child? Tingri, you bastard, you really were something.