My true love has been fixed

Updating a previous story, the printer has been fixed...and not in some sick Bob-Barker-help-control-the-office-machine-population kind of way either. Turns out all it needed was someone to jiggle its wires and turn it back on. (Yes, I do feel like less of a man now). But it further shows that I have a calamitous, Charlie Brown-like touch with electronics.

Let's never fight again.