silent, the gnome

The gnome at the local computer-repair place hasn't contacted me yet about my poor Mac. I have nightmares about how much this repair job is going to cost me: the Mac's monitor has basically died, so all the lighting elements need to be replaced—possibly even the screen itself. My current guess is that the cost will be somewhere around W200,000 which, if I'm right, is going to rub my wallet's asshole raw.

The gnome did say, however, that he might not contact me until next week, so it's too early to get antsy. Besides, if I do get antsy, all I have to do is walk into his shop, which is perhaps only 200 or so meters away from my studio.


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