Dear Floppy Diskette,
I understand you didn't mean to hurt me. That your corruption and loss of memory were all due to disease.
I want you to understand, it's not you, it's me.
I found the love of my life with flash memory, she's reliable, fast and error-free.
No, there's no point in talking, I have made my mind up.
It's not the question that's the problem, it's the problem that's the question.