AKA: I love the smell of burnt computer in the morning.
AKA: The decisions we do not make will indeed be made for us.

*sigh*

So I decided to go to bed early because I was falling asleep during The Pink Panther Strikes Again, and I hadn't really slept the night before, and I ran my 3 miles so I was a bit plum tuckered out.

Couple hours later, and apologetic Erik comes into the room to let me know that my computer may have kaputted, that it would not turn on, and that it smells like something may have gone wrong...

Smells?

So I open my office door to a dreadful smell that gets worse as I get closer to the machine. Computer does not even recognize the power switch. I unplugged and popped open the machine to see what exactly may have happened, cringing at the expectation of seeing melted motherboard and burnt wires. Flashing back to poor Mr. Yuk.

The only place the smell seemed to be coming from was the power supply, which was very hot. I do not know what this will mean for the other components of the machine, or the harddrive itself, but I guess we'll find out.

Well, I'm glad I didn't go all out and buy new RAM for my machine. I hope it can be recovered, at least what's on the HD. Erik's taking it in this morning to see what can be done.

Guess I'll be lookin for a new machine after all instead of debating what RAM to get.