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Please "pin" our site in your Brave Payments panel, and reward us with your FREE tokens if you'd like to show your support. Sex and the City Season 4 Episode 8 My Motherboard, My Self One frazzled Friday, four overbooked girlfriends came from four different directions. It was the ultimate New York power lunch, also known as the power catch-up. I can sum up my life in one breath.
Work, work, Au Bon Pain, work. Aidan, Aidan, this pimple, Aidan. Maybe we don't need an hour. Charlotte, I can't believe you made this sandwich. I love you not working, you can be my wife. I thought I'd have more free time, but redecorating is very stressful. Did you know there are over 40 different kinds of dimmers? Remember back when the economy was good and we had a table? Are you a janitor now? I know, it's ridiculous.
I need these seven just to get in Aidan's building. Aidan gave you his keys? Yeah, but I always make him come to my place. He buys that two-in-one shampoo. Does Aidan have your keys now, too? All two of them. It took me six months to give my cleaning lady a key. I happen to have the key to a lasting relationship right here. I got it on the corner from a guy. I love this city. He's the wrestling coach at NYU and he's like an extra-strength rubber band.
Cooking to the oldies. You're deflowering my pristine kitchen. Meet my new George Foreman, lean, mean, fat-reducing grilling machine. If giving a man the keys to your apartment means unlocking the door to home cooking and great sex, ''why were so many independent women…'' Don't, it's not done yet. Come on, come back. Why is this happening? I just… - Ok, just relax, darling. It always works on my computer. Let's get your manual out. I don't have a manual! I got rid of it in a feng shui attack.
Oh, my God, I want to kill myself. Just hang in there, sugar. This thing's faking you out, that's all. Please just stop touching it.
You don't know what you're doing, just stop! Two meltdowns later, we rushed my '98 laptop, in my '99 pashmina, to Tekserve. Can you please not do that? One at a time. Which one of you crashed? Me, I did, it's mine. But then he did something to it. Tell him what you did to it. I hit the ControlAltDelete. That only works on PCs. You a PC user? Tell me exactly what happened right before you crashed. I was typing and then he came over and he kissed me Not ''da bomb,'' you know? Not the good kind.
Is this funny, do you think that this is funny? Anything else before we go in? There was a mean little man who popped up, and he had ''X's'' where his eyes should be. And his tongue was hanging out the side of his mouth. That's the Sad Mac. You Sad Mac'd, you should've told me that before. Oh, my God, why? What does that mean? Could be your motherboard, the guts of your computer. It could be bad RAM.
We'll keep it here for a couple of days, run some tests. I'll call you if we find anything. Oh, God, Miranda, I'm freaking out. What if everything I've ever written is gone? When was the last time you backed up? You know, no one talks about backing up. You've never used that expression with me before ever.
But apparently, everybody's secretly running home at night and backing up their work. Adleman, please call Extension I'm at the hospital in Philadelphia. My mom had a heart attack. And you let me go on about my stupid computer? That's very upsetting, I've been through that.
How could you go to Philadelphia without telling me? I had about six minutes to make the train. I didn't know how bad it was till I got here. How bad is it? They keep telling us different things. She's pretty out of it. Although, she did open her eyes just long enough to veto my lipstick. Is there anything I can do to help? I'll jump on a train.
I'll come down there and keep you company. No, it's fine, I'm fine. You can't use a cell phone in the hospital. Now my sister's mad at me. Meanwhile, Charlotte's afternoon was filled with ovulating and decorating.
She was 12 days into her cycle and three rooms into her lighting project. She had become a bona fide dimmer expert. Samantha called in a bona fide positions expert who came fully equipped. Turns out a half Nelson was very much like Position … One half Nelson, one full orgasm.
She was stable last night.