And the moral is, even if you back up everything, you always forget something.
So Friday was a sad day that almost warranted living in infamy forever. But then Saturday came and it got better. A trip to the mall usually does brighten my day.
To be more specific, my lappy’s operating system became corrupted Friday. Needless to say, I didn’t really like this development. If you thought you were going to see me Friday night and I didn’t show, well, I was busy lamenting over the prospect of having to look up every single one of my thesis citations all over again, based only upon the last name used in my in-text citation. I’m good at backing up files, but you usually miss one. At least the ones you were working on five minutes before everything comes falling down. So yeah. I wasn’t all that excited. Well, I WAS excited, but it was that nervous, scared, bad excitement that makes everything seem really, really awful. Not “I’m going to Disney World” excitement where stuff seems great and even your annoying relatives are a little easier to tolerate.
So when I realized that my computer wasn’t going to restart (after fifteen minutes of staring at the white screen) I realized that without my lappy, Sylvie, I have very little to do. So I went to bed.
Then Saturday morning we went to the Apple Store in Des Moines and met with the “Genius,” which is what they call their tech support guy. And an hour and ten minutes later, it was fixed. My Sylvie was once again whole, files intact. I didn’t even have to sacrifice a goat, like many a Windows problem had called for in the past. And do you realize how hard it is to find a goat, then sacrifice it, without it trying to kick you to death? Or, without the goat’s owner realizing what’s going on and threatening lawsuits? And I’m not a fast runner. Hence the switch to the Apple. Whoever said they have bad customer service was not exactly right. At least it does not involve livestock and/or exercise.
I’m just sitting here thinking to myself, “I bet if I comment on this at least one other person who does not exist only to spam will also comment.” And now you will all prove me wrong just to spite me. Man, I’m bored. But I can’t forget the cardinal rule: no serious work after nine o’clock, unless it’s life-threatening. And even then I’m screwed because my brain doesn’t work then.
Some of the best nights of my life have included BOTH livestock AND exercise. I thought you should know.
besides, if you do try to sacrifice a goat, usually there’s some clause in your lease forbidding it, and you get evicted. Well, there was a clause in my lease, anyway.