Just an hour or so ago, my father opened a letter from the Canada Revenue Agency for me. A few months ago, I had to assemble as many receipts as I could find to claim as "moving expenses", and fax them all to some place in Surrey. This letter was to inform me that after all that, they have found that I owe $850 more in taxes for 2004.
I never heard back from the repair guy, which I'm taking as a sign that he ran the diagnostic, found the problem I was talking about that was not a defective battery, and sent my laptop to Apple with his tail between his legs. Or, it was the battery and he sent it there to shut me up and in two days I'll receive my un-repaired laptop together with a letter from Apple saying they're glad they were able to solve my problem. I guess tomorrow morning I'll call The Scholar's Workstation right after I call the Canada Revenue Agency.
Oh, and I'm still single.
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