My compy is well dead. It had sicknesses and noises and reboot coughs.
It's now in at the local and hopefully-not-scheister (but smells like cigarette smoke nonetheless) computer repair shop. I'm kinda afraid they're going to look at it and charge me to tell me it's stone cold busted and there's no way to repair it.
I guess since my generous brother-in-law gave it to me as a hand-me-down and I've only spent about $70 on USB peripheral stuff, I could drop $100 on repairing it. It's still a hell of a lot less than buying a new one.
I'm sad I'm losing photos and all the totally legal songs I have in my iTunes. Oh, well. This life is illusory.