  Had a strange night. I powered down my system at around 7:00pm. About fifteen minutes later, when I tried to turn on my computer, it refused to boot up. I started to freak out, but I figured it was just the heat, and if I let it cool off a bit, it'd be fine. I drove my mother around for about half an hour, then came back, and it still wouldn't boot. So I decided to take everything apart and put it all back together. Long story short, despite everything I did, even with some new thermal paste from Jordan, it wouldn't boot. I had resigned myself to getting a new motherboard or a CPU, thinking that something was fried. At around 2:00am, I got really depressed and went for a drive.
Queens wasn't making me feel any better, so I drove out to the city. Played Billie Holiday the whole time. Drove by good ol' Stuy, saw an attractive girl working construction on Chambers street as a flagger. Got back around 4:30 still feeling down. Wanted to sleep, but bed was littered with computer parts, decided to give it one last try. Still wouldn't boot. Then I noticed that my power LED wasn't lighting up, so while it was powered up, I switched the wire.
Accidently, I brushed up against something and for the first time in my life, I caused a static discharge inside a PC. All of a sudden my computer started to boot. Moral: I'm never turning off my computer again. Afterthought: with this summer heat and all the brownouts, it's only a matter of time until I repeat this stupid/crappy/exhilarating experience. Like the song says, you don't know what you've got till it's gone. I hate admitting this, and maybe I'm just speaking from the heat of the moment, but temporarily losing my computer was worse than any heartbreak I've ever felt. 
