Subject Line is On Strike
Why is it my computer always seems to want to update and restart when I'm doing something important? It's like it's a child who jumps around for attention the minute I get busy. Grr.
Right, so I'm meeting some friends tomorrow so we can talk about our fiction. I have some stuff I'd like to send out this week, and I have some new stuff I'm trying to tweak. But you remember when my computer went 'splodey earlier this year? Well, as it turns out, a bunch of my fiction (and poetry) was not on my hard drive. Evidently, it was on a floppy disk. And yes, I know. Floppy disks = medieval times. But I was on my aunt and uncle's old computer.
So I've spent the better part of an hour tearing my apartment apart, trying to find my folder with hard copies of all my writing. No luck. I have no idea what box I put it in, or if it might be in my car for some reason. I have enough saved on my comp to take with tomorrow, but I'm still cranky about it, because one of my favorite pieces is in that folder, and it's ready to go out. Ugh.
It's looking like I'm not going to get much sleep tonight. I just can't seem to get onto a normal sleeping schedule. It's like I can't shut my brain off. At least I'm writing (now that my fussy computer has decided to finish updating). I'm toying with jumping in the shower now, so I'll have an extra few minutes sleep tomorrow morning.
Jessica and I are probably going to a movie at the dollar theater tomorrow. We're both broke, so no fancy new movies for us, lol.
Right, so I'm meeting some friends tomorrow so we can talk about our fiction. I have some stuff I'd like to send out this week, and I have some new stuff I'm trying to tweak. But you remember when my computer went 'splodey earlier this year? Well, as it turns out, a bunch of my fiction (and poetry) was not on my hard drive. Evidently, it was on a floppy disk. And yes, I know. Floppy disks = medieval times. But I was on my aunt and uncle's old computer.
So I've spent the better part of an hour tearing my apartment apart, trying to find my folder with hard copies of all my writing. No luck. I have no idea what box I put it in, or if it might be in my car for some reason. I have enough saved on my comp to take with tomorrow, but I'm still cranky about it, because one of my favorite pieces is in that folder, and it's ready to go out. Ugh.
It's looking like I'm not going to get much sleep tonight. I just can't seem to get onto a normal sleeping schedule. It's like I can't shut my brain off. At least I'm writing (now that my fussy computer has decided to finish updating). I'm toying with jumping in the shower now, so I'll have an extra few minutes sleep tomorrow morning.
Jessica and I are probably going to a movie at the dollar theater tomorrow. We're both broke, so no fancy new movies for us, lol.