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[thanate]

so there's still a soulless piece of metal sitting on my floor that for some reason doesn't even seem to be able to connect to the wireless network, although that might be me. So I'm still dealing with stupid webmail, on my mother's computer. I have (somewhat by default) put off screaming at people until monday, at which point I might be slightly better able to remain coherent, and will with luck have determined where to start to find the appropriate people to scream at. I did double-check the work order, and it specifically says the problem to be fixed was a broken hinge (only!) in two places.

And (not that I slept much or anything, but I know I must have because) I had this dream that I was supposed to be doing a phase one survey in people's yards, somehow randomly connected with a craft fair. Only there wasn't any field director; I'd been sent out with a couple shovels, a totally useless map, and my little brother, who somehow seemed to know exactly what was going on, and went and tested all the easy-to-get-to places while I was still wandering around trying to figure out where I was supposed to be. Hm, you suppose I feel incompetent and depressed or something?

I'm trying to figure out if I can rewrite the novel from last november. I have about the first 10k on my key drive, the lj entries I wrote while I was writing it, and my original notes. I have lost my bibliography, although the only book I need to refer to for the actual rewrite is one that I borrowed from fishy1, so that would be more of an administrative problem than a content one. But... it was a while ago, I have never read the thing in its entirety, and merely the idea of trying to force the whole text out of my brain again, knowing it'll be different and parts will be significantly less well-done or always feel that way since I'm comparing to a standard I can't go back and check, and I'll forget things (and add others, although that's more ok) and spend the whole process cursing the need to do it six ways from sunday... I'm not sure if it's that important to me. But it might be. And unless I decide I can't do it, I won't be writing another NaNo to get in the way of that bit of my brain. (the half-novel from this summer, which I was going to go back and work on when I got the ---ing computer back, is... sad, but not that important. I was curious to see where it went. But the other one was about my particular world. Which is weird; I mean, I created it on a whim, and it's totally bizarre and sometimes I wonder if I approve of myself, but it's still important... and I know there will eventually be more of it, unless I can never come back to it because of having lost the better half of the good thing I wrote about it.)

I think this is the sort of situation in which it would help to get excessively drunk, at least to obtain the distance needed to deal with the loss. In fact, I actually had a mouthful of brandy last night (which burned the heck out of my throat, ow) in quest to get to sleep-- it actually seemed to help a little, if only psychologically. But I don't think I could manage to drink it in the required amounts even for my total lack of tolerance. whee.

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[skittblink.livejournal.com]

What's worse than losing your computer? Losing an entire WORLD! That really, really, really blows, more than it did orginally. I was freaking out when my comp crashed because I wanted to save old emails and saved photoshopped icons, not something important like a novel.
I suppose there's no way to track down that old harddrive, right?

[greta-k.livejournal.com]

The Navigator says to 1) Make certain the wireless card is in the computer correctly, 2) that the software for your wireless network is loaded in the computer, and that 3) you may need to restart the wireless network.

Personally, I recommend dope-slapping the ninnys who removed your hard drive. In fact, dope-slapping them with the new hard drive is a great place to start. Good luck.