This is why I can't have nice things...

Goddammit.

The hard drive on my computer won't boot up the operating system. Which means for at least the next three business days [and let's remember, tomorrow is Memorial day] I probably won't be online a whole lot. This is being posted from my grandmother's computer, a serviceable machine that's fine for simple things, but pretty useless for web surfing, Facebook, Twitter -- anything that self-updates is a pain, and just the auto-save function of blogger.com is crunching enough memory to cause a noticeable lull between the time my fingers hit the keys, and the words appear on the screen.

Wrote something a lot longer, but it was self-pitying. Short of it, whatever happened to my main drive hit my backup drive too, which puts a lot of my saved data in question. Probably not a coincidence this happened during my computer cleaning, when I was hot-swapping back and forth between the two -- though the fact that they both went at the same time just seems impossible to me, and yet both are absolute bricks. I really thought having two drives put me beyond the tower of CDs with copies of everything on it. Hoping I'll just need a SATA-to-usb cable to retrieve my information, worried it'll take a lot more, and data recovery is iffy and expensive. Thankfully, all of my work stuff is still backed-up on Gmail, as is my resume, and a lot of my writing. Still, there are some notes, pictures, and private writings that I'm worried might be gone for good. Really scared about that, actually. I'm not about to piss and moan about the stuff that, let's face it, I didn't really pay for or acquire in the most... kosher of ways, but there were one or two gigs among the hundred or so that was on that drive that are mine, and are irreplaceable.

Trying to focus on the upside. I'm still under warranty. Dell is sending me a new drive. Should have everything back up and running shortly after. Might take a week or so to get the machine running like I want it to, but if I did it once, I can do it again.

Still. Pissed. Really disconnected. Way too wound up over it to sleep.

Goddammit.

If you need me, I'll be catching up on my reading. I can still get my G-Mail in the simple, html version. Otherwise, having my phone number is the best way to get in touch.