Funny how I always get that sequence in my head whenever I get out of the train and into the subway.

Anyway, I now know why I bought a MacBook: if I hadn’t already fulfilled my quota of futile expenses for the whole quarter, I’d have come back from Smallville driving my parents’ still unsold car.

I have no doubt that I’m much better in Paris with a MacBook than a car, and a large one at that. Besides, even having it fail after three days is a good thing, statistically: this is the fourth Mac I buy (not counting the old second-hand clamshell), and I was bound to have a lemon sooner or later, and I’m glad the first serious, incapacitating, return-to-sender failure I get is on the most dispensible of them all.