I've had my new laptop a grand total of 5 months, and I've already killed it.
The dog splashed a very small amount of coffee on the keyboard yesterday (less than a couple tablespoons-- but don't ask how... the dog's been acting crazy lately), and now the computer's dead-er than a doornail. Boo.
I hooked up my geriatric desktop to the internet, but it's jammed with Grace's music and sloooooooooooooooooow! (and a fairly crappy computer, too.)
I'll check if the laptop will startup on its own tomorrow, and if not, I'll take it in to see if it can be repaired.
I hate it when perfectly good stuff gets wrecked, as if I needed further proof that we are always one small coffee spill away from certain disaster.