Technology takes its revenge.

So I bitched about technology the other day, and what it boiled down to was that the techno-world can suck my long one. Unfortunately, the Gods of Karma and Irony seem to have a rather black sense of humour - which is logical I guess, given their jobs. Yes, my laptop froze and broke. Apparently it needs to be restored to its factory settings, which is fine. Well... it would be fine if I had the manufacturers' disks to do said reformatting and rebooting. I have no fucking idea where they are: who keeps that kind of shit in a specific place? I've got like cupboards with boxes inside of boxes inside of suitcases full of that shit: it could be in any of them. No idea. Whatever. As long as they can recover some of my most recent work and music then I'll be OK. If I lose work I could lose 6,000 words worth of work. Fuck me in the head but that'd ruin my Easter vacation. Well. I'll find out by tomorrow afternoon whether or not I am going to have to spend all of Easter chasing this thing down and rewriting thousands and thousands of words. I'll probably end up killing someone because one of my essays was fucking excellent. Worked my tits off on that badboy. I don't care about the expense, it's just the annoyance. I back up every one-to-two weeks. So don't lecture me about backing up more often: I don't want to. Go away. I shouldback up as soon as I finish a piece of work worth something. Yeah. I should be many things, and I should do many things. But I don't. So don't go pissing on my grave thanks. Bastardó.

Anyway. So that was another cost. Oh and my levels of social retard-y-ness have reached an unprecented height. Genuinely, it's beautiful to behold how atrocious I am sometimes. I would watch a sitcom about me. It'd make Curb Your Enthusiasm look like the fucking Gruffalo. Oh well. That's a whole other story. One which I will tell when I have my laptop back and fully functioning. Henceforth bear these two things in mind: if I disappear for a week or so it is because I have lost my laptop, or have had it returned to me sans the work - so I will be up to my elbows in it. If, however, I disappear forever more then you can safely assume that I have in fact died.

Yeah. Good Easter vacation so far. My friend picked up a hitch-hiker, though, so at least I'm not that moronic.

Peace.