Apparently that is the slang term of the illness that plagued my computer last weekend.
Technically my hard drive went into some catastrophic physical failure.
In "layla terms" (yeah, that's a real thing) it was a plague named "dang, layla really should have backed up her files before her computer forgot they ever existed" or maybe "layla's hard drive tried to run away, but it forgot that it was tightly enclosed in a plastic case"... I could go on... really. I've been thinking about it all week.
Alas, the Apple Genius who shall remain nameless (mostly because I forgot his name) brought my computer back to life; charging a nominal fee, and unable to recover my files. But it is back to life, never the less. So that's good, right?
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