After posting yesterday, I felt I sound too melancholic for what should be a good thing. Going back to blogging means I’m getting in touch with friends I used to interact with through this platform and also getting in touch with myself.
I wanted to write about the gloriously exciting shenanigans I have been up to the past month. (Which is to say I didn’t go out and change the world. I did buy too many T-shirts for my own good though.)
But this morning, I turned on the computer to realise several hard drives have been wiped out. I had suspected something was wrong when I couldn’t copy some mp3’s to bring to work (where the computer speakers are actually working unlike this old hag). I was running late and I figured I’ll use today, my rare day off, to figure out what’s actually wrong.
Too late. The hard drive where I store the really important things are completely gone. All the camwhoring pictures (the nice ones, mind you), vacation pictures, daytrip pictures, college assignments, pretty pictures, CSS codes, bookish stuff, my book log (of all the books I’ve read since 16). All gone.
I guess I should be grateful that pictures of me, ugly and otherwise, are around Facebook, ‘cos they’re the only pictures I have now. And that I never got around to deleting some pictures from my e-mail.
(Strangely enough, when I re-installed Firefox, which was gone as it was located in one of the missing hard drives, none of my bookmarks are missing.)