Why do things always break at the worst possible time? I don’t think my six-year-old laptop is going to last much longer, and I can’t afford a new one at the moment.
The battery charger is a fire hazard, the battery itself needs replacing, it overheats very quickly and is sluggish in general. Bad times.
I am quite sad about it from a sentimental perspective. It has served me well over years of heavy use. I used it for all my photo editing, took it along to festivals that I worked for, and used it for various projects and websites that I used to run. We’ve got a lot of history.
I don’t know what to go for next. I’d like another MacBook, but I think that’s unlikely. I know that Apple products are overpriced, and I could get a much higher performance laptop for far less money, but the thought of completely changing operating systems perturbs me, and I do love my Apple products. Ah, I’m in a quandary.
People have always told me that it is strange to get so attached to inanimate objects and material things, but it is something I have always done. For example, I have worn the same hat for seven years and have three backups in the same design, just in case I have a hat related disaster. No-one I know gets it, but it’s just me.