I take it all back.
Tuesdays can still stick it up its nonexistent ziggy with a wa-wa brush. (10 points if you can name that movie.)
While enjoying the wonders of the internets by surfing websites like a crackhead with ADHD, my computer gets all “whoa, dude, I’m not feeling so well” and slowing waaaaayyyy down.
“Maybe you just need to reboot, kid? Haven’t done that in a while.” I reply with fingers crossed.
But after restarting the obstinate thing, it comes back with no background, no icons, nothing in the start menu. NOT GOOD.
“WTF, dude? Who ate my whole computer?”
No response. Because it’s an inanimate object.
So after an hour of fuming and a wonderful bean burrito, I tried a system restore. The sickly sweet pic of Bill and I is back and the programs are all “Oh hi, just took a vacay” but all my documents and pics are GONE.
I’m not sure if you guys can relate, but once a writer’s docs are gone, we pretty much lose our minds. A lot of the old stuff, the finished stuff is saved elsewhere, but the new stuff, the stuff I haven’t backed up in the last year, year and a half is probably gone forever since I’m too lazy to retrieve myself and too cheap to pay someone else to do it.
I don’t know just what kind of separationanxiety/meltdown situation is on the horizon, but the storm is a coming. Oh jebuz, itsa comin’