I was going to write more this afternoon; I really wanted to post another chapter to the story today. Instead, my computer had to break, and I spent the afternoon trying to restore it.

I was ready to call tech support, I had the phone in my hand, when I remembered I WAS tech support for an entire school and network of computers three years ago. If anyone could fix the dang computer, it should be me. Plus, I'd have a heck of a time explaining to them how and why I'd disabled the root account and CD bootup. (I can be a little security obsessive.) So what would I have done three years ago? Time to find those install/restore CDs.

To make a long story short, I had moved some files to the wrong directory, and my laptop is back. However, no more of my story has been written, and I've wasted an entire afternoon.

Tonight, I shall make up for it by trying to go to two concerts at once. You know, to make up for all that wasted time earlier. You'll find me at the Hideout watching Walter Meego AND at Subterranean for the Christopher Saathoff Benefit concert. Provided I can find the install/restore CD for that time machine...

listening to: astral projection.
in my sink: a pot, a colander, a spoon, a plate, a fork.