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Does it make sense that I'm still on my old computer? Between saving stuff and converting stuff and being dead tired in the evenings (another morning run yesterday) I simply didn't have the energy for the big setting-up-of-new-computer moment so far. Also, today after I'd deleted a lot of files and programs my mother (into whose care the computer is going to be retired, and who in all probability won't use it as anything more than a glorified typewriter) won't need, I tried to fix IE and Outlook again (mostly because I really hate unresolved problems, they bug me to no end) and while reinstalling didn't help, locating the IE cache and history and deleting them fixed the problem, at least for the time being. Now I feel strangely guilty for spending all that money on a new computer, and a little reluctant to give up the trusty Mac that I've had for more than five years and exchange it for one that isn't really mine yet in any other sense than the monetary one, and with which I have no shared history yet. So apparently I do get emotionally attached to machinery, even if I don't give it names. And the way I regard the computer as part of my home, or perhaps an extended part of me really proves that spend too much time on the internet...