Sticker shock had me at a loss, but some recuperation (and some consulation with baronanriel) has pretty much confirmed that I should at least ask if it'd be possible to connect an external monitor so that I can keep using it. Because really, at four hundred bucks, I might as well get a new fucking computer, folks.
I'm going to send a plaintive email to my stepdad, too, because he knows things about computers and whatnot. Yeah.
I don't know if I could even get them to do it, if I was going to blow the four hundred and run, because it sounds like they don't take checks, and my credit card limit is two hundred bucks. Debit, maybe? Hell if I know.
I'm going to work on that coping thing now. I seem to have already weaseled my way into an indeterminate extension on the French essay (which I am PISSED to learn I have to rewrite anyway, because he changed the prompt AFTER I was up until three writing it Sunday), because my teacher likes me.
I think that parenthetical comment contradicted the content around it.
Anyway, I give the hell up. I should cut my classes today and go curl up in a corner and write fanfiction, but I sincerely doubt I will. I don't seem to know what's good for me.