My ego, however, was bruised.
She’s a graphic designer who “doesn’t need all that gamer stuff.” For one month, I traded my liquid-cooled beast for her compact, pastel-pink, cable-managed-with-ribbons machine. Here’s what happened. spending a month with my sister pc
Spending a month with my sister’s PC didn’t make me a worse enthusiast—it made me a better one. My ego, however, was bruised
Here’s the part I didn’t expect: I started enjoying the slowness. spending a month with my sister pc
Enter my sister’s PC.