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This evening has pretty much sucked. It had too much work in it and I have been trying not to cry because I am a great big ball of wiggling hormones and there is laundry to be done and that one thing that takes up a whole assload of time every six weeks and that I won't mention any more specifically because we're not announcing it until tomorrow because of a tiny mishap with pictures and therefore a missing item) and my computer is in very bad shape and things on my to-do list that I need to get done that all look more fun than the things that I've had to do. And I've been sitting in a freaking chair staring at a computer screen most of the time since seven this morning, and it's now nearly ten and my back hurts and the freaking fire alarm just squeaked for no apparent and I jumped three feet out of my chair. We just changed the batteries in that sucker three weeks ago and it's STILL doing it. I guess we need to replace it. We do have other alarms scattered throughout the house so at least it's not our only one.
But, although I won't say anything else about said time-suck, I'm done. There will be a bit more tomorrow, I guess. I just need to work up the energy to go throw a load of clothes over into the dryer and I guess I'll be in decent shape for tonight. Or, better yet, Boyo will take care of the laundry for me because he is a much better spouse than I am.
Remember my problem with email? That was, as it turns out, not my problem, merely a symptom of the problem. My problem was that my backup? All of my files? Most of them have been corrupted. I have not only lost three years worth of email, I have lost an unknown number of my files. Including the fucking budget spreadsheet that I have been adding all of my receipts to for five months, and our meal plan for the last sixteen weeks, and my master Christmas list--shut up, you know I was bound to have one--and both of M's wishlists and certain program files and some pictures and half my mp3s and.. bloody hell. Basically, it has corrupted anything that I've opened in the last few weeks. Don't ask how it's managed to do this, but that seems to be the basic rule. SO IF I USE IT, IT'S GONE.
And here I have been, all smug because *I* make backups. Great. That has really freaking helped me out, huh? The only thing I've been lazy about is making physical copies of backups on say, CDs. And guess what I need now? You got it. Something that did not get touched by the hand of death this weekend, like my second hard drive apparently did. The last set of backup CDs I made was in January 2004.. that's how I only ended up losing three years worth of mail. I've never seen anything quite like this, and because I discovered the corruption problem, I have not had time to even examine the extent of the damage so who knows how much I've actually lost?
But. I know it's a relatively small thing. No one died, I still have a nice life and this will cease to be important fairly quickly. But right now, it sucks and I'm a little heartbroken because I keep everything, and now it's (partially) gone. And I'm tired and cranky and I wanted to write sweet things today, like about how I leaned up against the washer to reach for the fabric softener and my hard belly resisted the pressure instead of it sinking into it, and maybe how we have a bit of excitement planned for Saturday morning, when we have to get up early and be in Lexington at eight in the morning in order to spend free money, and then maybe we will go do something else fun afterwards. Maybe tomorrow I will be in a better mood and can write about fun things.
But, although I won't say anything else about said time-suck, I'm done. There will be a bit more tomorrow, I guess. I just need to work up the energy to go throw a load of clothes over into the dryer and I guess I'll be in decent shape for tonight. Or, better yet, Boyo will take care of the laundry for me because he is a much better spouse than I am.
Remember my problem with email? That was, as it turns out, not my problem, merely a symptom of the problem. My problem was that my backup? All of my files? Most of them have been corrupted. I have not only lost three years worth of email, I have lost an unknown number of my files. Including the fucking budget spreadsheet that I have been adding all of my receipts to for five months, and our meal plan for the last sixteen weeks, and my master Christmas list--shut up, you know I was bound to have one--and both of M's wishlists and certain program files and some pictures and half my mp3s and.. bloody hell. Basically, it has corrupted anything that I've opened in the last few weeks. Don't ask how it's managed to do this, but that seems to be the basic rule. SO IF I USE IT, IT'S GONE.
And here I have been, all smug because *I* make backups. Great. That has really freaking helped me out, huh? The only thing I've been lazy about is making physical copies of backups on say, CDs. And guess what I need now? You got it. Something that did not get touched by the hand of death this weekend, like my second hard drive apparently did. The last set of backup CDs I made was in January 2004.. that's how I only ended up losing three years worth of mail. I've never seen anything quite like this, and because I discovered the corruption problem, I have not had time to even examine the extent of the damage so who knows how much I've actually lost?
But. I know it's a relatively small thing. No one died, I still have a nice life and this will cease to be important fairly quickly. But right now, it sucks and I'm a little heartbroken because I keep everything, and now it's (partially) gone. And I'm tired and cranky and I wanted to write sweet things today, like about how I leaned up against the washer to reach for the fabric softener and my hard belly resisted the pressure instead of it sinking into it, and maybe how we have a bit of excitement planned for Saturday morning, when we have to get up early and be in Lexington at eight in the morning in order to spend free money, and then maybe we will go do something else fun afterwards. Maybe tomorrow I will be in a better mood and can write about fun things.
