Quasi-Evil

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Getting Back on the Wag(g)on

Remember the bad day? I found item three: hard drive failure.

Since my laptop died a death, I’ve found it hard to get back into the swing of all things laptop-related. I had managed to reinstall all my programmes only to have it die all over again forcing me to put in an older, lower capacity, hard drive which so far is working OK. I haven’t got everything reinstalled (again) yet though.I’m just so…demoralised.

Of course, it’s my own fault for not backing up weekly like I had been doing for the previous year (since the last time this happened in fact) but sod’s law definitely had a hand in my laptop failing the day before the cable for my firewire drive arrived. A day later and I’d barely have lost anything.

And of course, since the multiple HDD failures, I’ve been busy and stressed. I’ve been working at the pub for my parents, trying to sort out some stuff with the bank (45 minutes on hold at one point, and that was after I’d spent 67 minutes trying to get through to a human being) and various other things have contrived to steal all my time away from me. Right now, I’d quite like to open the top floor window of my flat and drop my MacBook the full four storeys.

Fortunately, part of me still loves it and knows that really, it’s all Seagate’s fault. I need a solid state hard drive.

I demand pink fairies!

I spoke too soon about my mind-bending drugs. I suspect it wasn’t the drugs that gave me a lift but rather having a doctor recognise that there’s something wrong with me. So whilst the first two nights of the happy pills were filled with hours of (somewhat broken but still wonderful) sleep, complete with wacked out dreams that left me confused about reality in the morning, the night after that I got no sleep at all. That pattern continued with two more nights of dreaming about what should apparently have been pink fairies followed by nightmarish insomnia.

Tomorrow I’m back at the doc’s so we shall see what he suggests. If he says to stick with the pills then I will but given that the main benefit of these pills was their ability to knock me out, I suspect there could be a new prescription afoot. So that’s another £6.95. This better not be a weekly thing, I could be spending that money on chocolate and ice cream.

But then, that’d ruin the diet which (despite the two bars of chocolate in the last week) is going reasonably well. The number on the scales has fallen a little and despite the fact it takes be ten sodding minutes to get the bloody things to turn on, I’m not particularly scared about stepping on them.

And of course, all that time spent awake means I’ve got a few things done round the flat. Bizarrely, I’m more motivated and less depressed when I’m awake at 4am that when I’ve slept like a normal person. I’m obviously built to be nocturnal.