In Which My Laptop Tries to Kill Me
*Posted namely for phantom_blue, who I probably scared yesterday when she wandered away from YahooMessenger for awhile and came back to: 'Computer did a bad thing. later.' c.c;; Sorry, sweetie!
Apparently it is possible to give yourself a minor heart attack.
I was on my laptop as usual yesterday, chatting, writing, browsing the net, and generally causing trouble, when I went to save the chapter of Bright Skies I was working on. My computer does this weird thing where it takes a minute to do - something - and then suddenly gives me this message that I can't save it there anymore, so please save it somewhere else. So I'm thinking 'Huh. That's odd. Maybe my flashdrive is finally out of space.' I save the chapter under My Documents on the hard drive, and go to open up My Computer and look in my flash drive to see what's wrong.
THERE'S NOTHING THERE.
Nada. Absolutely blank.
Cue me absolutely *FREAKING OUT*.
Luckily I happened to be also chatting with my sister at the time, who convinced me to leave the computer as it was until my brother got home to take a look at it. I saved the notes for Bright Skies I had open, signed out of Yahoo, and left it sitting on my bed exactly as it was. I got as far as switching my laundry into the dryer before I realized how many files I had written on that flash drive: everything I've written since *high school*. Seven years worth of writing, and it was BLANK.
I got halfway to my room and noticed how fast and loud my heart was pounding.
I made it to my room, laid down on my bed, cuddled under the sleeping bag as it was the only thing not being washed, and stared blankly at the wall for an hour trying to wait for the shock to wear off and my brother to get home from work.
He came home, insisted on taking the time to warm me up first 'cause it's not the right type of weather for me to be wearing light pjs and covered in nothing but a sleeping bag, and eventually calmed me down before he took a look at it.
External hard drive full of pictures and graphics I've made all checked out on his computer. And my flash drive is fine. (He backed it up on his desktop for me just in case - I think I may have scared him with how bad I panicked. c.c) His guess was that I've either fried my USB ports, or part of my hard drive/Operating System may have died. We watched a movie while he made copies of things I wanted backed up, and then I finally decided to just go to bed while he kept working on it, since it'd been a *very* long day.
I woke up almost twelve hours later to find I'd just missed him going to work, and the jerk forgot to leave me a note telling me what he found like I asked him to. >.< So far I found my laptop on his bed, completely shut down, and kidnapped his computer for awhile to check updates and at least semi-cheer myself up. (And reassure poor Rosa that yes, I'm still alive.)
So now I have no excuses for not cleaning the house like I planned to do yesterday, now more in an effort to keep myself from going stir-crazy while I wait to find out what's wrong with my baby. -_-;;
This is one of those times I can actually picture Fate and/or Kharma laughing in my face.
Sadistic bastards.