So the new couch ate the mouse for Tyson's laptop. Either that, or he was just too lazy to really look for it. While I was at school doing my tutoring thing, he borrowed mine from my laptop.
When I got home, I rolled my eyes in consternation that my borrowed mouse had not been put back (what was I expecting, though, really?), and plugged it back in to the jury-rigged USB-port card thing that I use ever since my motherboard fried the ports in the back of the computer.
To my continued frustration, the laser light went on, but the pointer failed to move on my screen. I tried unplugging/replugging both the mouse and the port-card itself, then closing and opening the lid to get hibernate mode to trick the mouse into working, then I tried all the choice swear words that have served me in the past, but it still wouldn't work.
Then I had the great idea that this was probably the opportunity I'd been waiting for to get a new computer! Ever since the first mention of Windows Vista, I've been wanting to go Mac, 'cause, you know, screw Windows. Give me drag-and-drop image manipulation, and I can live with relearning an entire operating system.
I came down off my euphoric potential-new-computer high long enough to try restarting my computer, the only thing that has been getting these weird kinks out, lately. And, sure enough, its "working" fine again. (Those are ironic quote marks, by the way.) Too bad. I was all about to get on the other computer and start shopping for a new system.
(Do I need to mention there are extra-credit points for identifying the allusive title?)