I shouldn't have to write this letter

Dear street guy,

No matter how not-drunk you are, no matter if you have kids my age, no matter how nice and sane and reasonable you seem to be, and no matter how much you like my haircut, running your hand through my hair without asking me is not acceptable. Ever.

Ew. I cannot take enough showers.

Most sincerely,
Me.

Whoa.

It's either a miracle or a cruel cosmic joke.

Every once in a while I pull out my old lappy, the one that died many months ago. I plug it in and push the power button and have about three seconds of hope before nothing at all happens.

Today something happened.

The lappy turned on.

It's still not in top shape, and I have to wonder- is this just the last gasp of this mechanical relic? Will this last only for a few days before abandoning me to my computer-less existence again?

But it's a little miracle, and I take miracles whatever size they come in.