Wallowing

My bosom buddy and constant companion a.k.a my beloved Macbook was pronounced dead on arrival at 08:56:14 this morning. I am so very sad. And really mad at myself for not backing up 3,000 photos. That’s right, THREE THOUSAND. To be fare, I meant to back them up as in I knew that I should have. I was just too busy and didn’t have any spare brain cells to get to it right at that moment.

And now it’s too late, so I will be over here in the corner, weeping shamelessly, until a pimple faced high schooler who doubles as an Apple store employee on weekends will assure me that all data can be recovered off my hard drive. And if he or she will not be able to give me any good news, I will return to my corner and will weep shamelessly some more. The end.

P.S. Posting will be light in the next few days/weeks/months/years (for explanation, see above post). If you need me, you can find me in the corner. Weeping. Shamelessly.