... I was sitting at my desk. It was 2:34 PM, and it was raining outside. I remember hearing a dog bark twice... no, three times, and the sound of wind rustling through the trees outside was just barely discernable. I was reading a book (page 247), and I put it down on the near-right corner of my desk, so that I could use my computer to check my email. You see my friend said he'd email me 3 days ago, and I wanted to check for it; I hadn't checked my email for at least 2.4 hours. So I casually flipped the "ON/OFF" switch on my computer and monitor, and waited 23-24 seconds while my computer booted. I spied my desktop wallpaper, a delightful political cartoon of some sort, and chuckled inwardly as always. Utilizing my mouse device, I navigated the on-screen pointer to the tiny icon representing my email client program. With a slight pressure from my right index finger, I depressed the left button on said mouse, causing the email program to activate. My computer, realizing my anticipation, transformed said on-screen cursor into a cheerful animated hourglass figure, to reassure me that though a slight delay was necessary, soon I would be treated with the email client program I requested.

Then, some error message came up I forget what it was now my computer's broken help me.