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Monk falls back in his chair, looking at the white screen of death. Actually, this time it was color bars, which is prettier but just as dead. Monk holds the power button down, "Well, it had been a while."
He is thinking that it is the wireless. This has been happening across two computers and three hard drives. It never happened with our first computer, and it has not happened with the computer that is now in the office.
Monk was in the middle of the The New York Times. He is running late, even though he woke up at six-thirty. Since he is between books today, he knows he has more time for the Internet and news harvesting, ready to make a leisurely day out of it.
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Monk falls back in his chair, looking at the white screen of death. Actually, this time it was color bars, which is prettier but just as dead. Monk holds the power button down, "Well, it had been a while."
He is thinking that it is the wireless. This has been happening across two computers and three hard drives. It never happened with our first computer, and it has not happened with the computer that is now in the office.
Monk was in the middle of the The New York Times. He is running late, even though he woke up at six-thirty. Since he is between books today, he knows he has more time for the Internet and news harvesting, ready to make a leisurely day out of it.
