so perhaps - just perhaps - it would have been a good idea to stop and listen when my computer has been telling me (for um, a month now. ahem.) that a "permanent hard drive error is about to occur". Perhaps I should have taken that as a sign to call someone for help. Or atleast as a sign to back up everything on the hard drive - you know, like 6 months worth of photographs for example (hey - I did buy the dvd's for burning. Just, um, didn't do anything with them yet), or my email address book and all that important jazz.
But you know. I didn't do that. Any of it. And so here I am in my local library using my 15 minutes of computer time (really? 15 minutes? are you kidding me?), with cell phone on standby in my sweaty palm waiting to hear from the Computer Doctor (yes, that's really his name) if anything, anything at all is irretreivable from the hard drive before we trash it and start anew. I feel slightly as though a member of my family is in for surgery, and we don't know if she's going to make it out, and even if she does, will she remember us? Okay, perhaps I'm being dramatic. But you know.
This keyboard sucks. And my time is up. Now, go back up your files. Now! And yes, it's okay to laugh at how ridiculous I was for not doing anything until it was too late, because that's all we're doing. Laughing. (and sweating).
(to be continued...sometime very soon, I do hope.)