how am i supposed to live without you?

oh ibook, how i love thee.
let me count the ways.
the hours spent on my spazz.
and trawling through mess & noise,
forever waiting to be approved to
add to the noise.
and the mess.
the endless IM conversations,
across the oceans.
updating my calender.
making playlists in itunes.
reading reviews on the internet.
planning imaginary trips.
i hope you enjoy your trip to the doctor.
i will miss you.
i will have to read a newspaper instead.
come home soon.