I got up early today with the intention of spending a relaxing morning responding to all the e-mails that have been piling up in my inbox over time unanswered, but not forgotten.
I turned my computer on. But like so many guys in my recent history, I was unable to do so. (Turn it on, that is.)
My music, some 1000 files of it, may be lost. It turns out that my argument about the fallacy of digital music is correct. (I believe in owning albums, but due to the fact I'm a student my concrete music collection is not near to what I would like it to be, and my CDs really can't placate me right now. . . I actually don't even own a CD player.) I'm not going to lie though, I thought this was the type of thing that only happens to people who rely primarily upon their itunes, in a karmic payback sense of the world. I guess I was wrong.
All my writing might be gone. (The weight of this is heavier, once you realize that I'm a journalism student.)
And this year's calendar pictures? Well, luckily Chloe has a copy of *those* files, because quite frankly, this last loss would have been too must to take.
My computer is now in the hands of some stranger. He was supposed to call me with the patient's prognosis, but failed to do so. Is it a virus? Is it a hardrive failure?* Either way, it's the middle of midterms, I'm stressed out and crying, and financially unable to deal with this latest burden.
So, in summary, I'm a little bummed out. I may have lost my music (the only thing I love more than words, and of course, myself), I'm broke, it's midterms and I can't turn anyone or anything on.
If you need to reach me, please call. Friendly voices are appreciated.
*If you any of you leave comments with tech advice, I will probably just get annoyed. I've owned the system for a little over a year, have had to replace the CD drive twice and the motherboard once, and am well acquainted with the tech support hotline guys. In fact, I flirt with them more frequently than guys at bars. Anyways, I'm at my wit's end here, and it's out of my hands.