things fall apart
about two weeks ago, my external backup drive stopped working.
four days later, my laptop stopped working.
at the time, my big brother was visiting for a bit, so i was able to use his laptop sometimes. i can sort of use the hoptoad's computer; i cannot write anything on it, not really, no. i have a computer at work, and three to four of my workdays are in the office; one to two workdays are at home (depending on the week), and those days i can borrow a laptop from work, but it goes back to the office the following day. and when i'm at work, i'm mostly, you know, working.
this will all change; my laptop will be a working machine again, and hopefully i will have a backup drive again at some point. (let us not speak, please, of the data which may or may not be recovered from that backup drive. thank you.)
my point in all this is that i sometimes get to check email once a day; sometimes, not. i am hardly reading this here lj at all; i may or may not have a chance to post here. so i dunno what happened to you for the past couple of weeks, pretty much, if your way of communicating to me is by posting here. i say this so that you will not think that i have stopped caring about what happens in your life; and so that you do not think that i have stopped wanting to talk to you about what goes on with me. even if "what goes on" is "when i will be meeting up with people for a beer" or "where will the deathmarch go?" (that latter being something i really need some good sitting-down-for-a-few-hours-and-fiddling-with-stuff time for. i dunno why, really, it just works that way.)
anyway. i work this funny schedule (which tends to prevent me attending parties), and i'm gradually increasing my hours. and i walk about a mile a day, lately. sometimes two, sometimes less than one. i watch stuff with the hoptoad, and he and i are constantly creating and destroying inside jokes. occasionally attacking one another for fun. you know: married life. i meet up with people to yell over music and nerd out over beers (or herbal tea, heh) about weekly. i sometimes get to see my ladybug; we text one another and send emails, in between. i've been getting to hang out sometimes lately with someone else, too, and hell if i can come up with a pseudonym, but anyway, that's good news. trust me.
so that's me.
the hoptoad says if i don't get my laptop working (and, by extension, get regular access from home to the internets), i'll go bananas, he could be right!
p.s. i am writing this from october's end, aka my friends' home, in my neighborhood. in case you wondered.
four days later, my laptop stopped working.
at the time, my big brother was visiting for a bit, so i was able to use his laptop sometimes. i can sort of use the hoptoad's computer; i cannot write anything on it, not really, no. i have a computer at work, and three to four of my workdays are in the office; one to two workdays are at home (depending on the week), and those days i can borrow a laptop from work, but it goes back to the office the following day. and when i'm at work, i'm mostly, you know, working.
this will all change; my laptop will be a working machine again, and hopefully i will have a backup drive again at some point. (let us not speak, please, of the data which may or may not be recovered from that backup drive. thank you.)
my point in all this is that i sometimes get to check email once a day; sometimes, not. i am hardly reading this here lj at all; i may or may not have a chance to post here. so i dunno what happened to you for the past couple of weeks, pretty much, if your way of communicating to me is by posting here. i say this so that you will not think that i have stopped caring about what happens in your life; and so that you do not think that i have stopped wanting to talk to you about what goes on with me. even if "what goes on" is "when i will be meeting up with people for a beer" or "where will the deathmarch go?" (that latter being something i really need some good sitting-down-for-a-few-hours-and-fiddling-with-stuff time for. i dunno why, really, it just works that way.)
anyway. i work this funny schedule (which tends to prevent me attending parties), and i'm gradually increasing my hours. and i walk about a mile a day, lately. sometimes two, sometimes less than one. i watch stuff with the hoptoad, and he and i are constantly creating and destroying inside jokes. occasionally attacking one another for fun. you know: married life. i meet up with people to yell over music and nerd out over beers (or herbal tea, heh) about weekly. i sometimes get to see my ladybug; we text one another and send emails, in between. i've been getting to hang out sometimes lately with someone else, too, and hell if i can come up with a pseudonym, but anyway, that's good news. trust me.
so that's me.
the hoptoad says if i don't get my laptop working (and, by extension, get regular access from home to the internets), i'll go bananas, he could be right!
p.s. i am writing this from october's end, aka my friends' home, in my neighborhood. in case you wondered.