Just kidding, but I’m pretty sure I’ve lost about half my brain cells since I first laid eyes on the first draft of Fifty Shades of <insert something offensive here>. 

I’m sorry for the unannounced hiatus. My faithful MacBook died unexpectedly, and my .gif collection and all my notations died with it. E. L. James might not have killed my brain, but I blame her awful writing for the death of my computer. I suspect my ‘mean machine’ could’t handle having a copy of ‘Fifty’ saved on its hard disk any longer and decided to opt for the easy way out. 

On a different (though related) note, when I went down to the Apple store to buy myself a new computer (because some women actually do buy their own stuff), I discovered to my great distress that the MacBook I knew and loved (the good ol’ Macbook that was simply named ‘MacBook’, unaccompanied by a suffix of the ‘pro’ variety) has been taken off the market. Which in turn left me with no other option than to buy the exact same model that I think E. L. James intended for AnaBella to have:

“It’s a MacBook.”

“Of course it is.” I roll my eyes.

“These aren’t available in the shops yet ma’am. The very latest from Apple.”

I don’t know when I’ll be back, but I need a little more time to reassemble everything I lost in the crash.