Going, Going, Dead

My computer died yesterday, but I'm only now getting around to calling time of death. After 16 hours or so of CPR and attempting to pry my files from its cold dead fingers, I realize that neither of these things are likely to happen. I have no means of word processing, none of my newest music that didn't make it onto my shitty iPod, no way to headbang away my frustrations, because guess who has my Rammstein? Not my iPod!