Let me just say, first of all, that computer problems suck. They don't just sort of suck or even suck bad.. they SUCK HARD.

Gah. My cd rom drive blew a gasket. Blew a fuse. Went back to its geek maker. I don't know. All I know is I had to make a back up of all my most needed things (you know, pictures of hobbits and stories about someone else's characters) and then I had to reboot myself and totally erase my hard-drive.

In one word all day today I have been in computer HELL.

Let's not mention the fact that once I finally was able to get my pc back up again I realized the back up disc did not hold the one thing I wanted it to... namely the thing I've been pouring my heart and soul into for the last month and a half.. my story. I had copies of other people's stories. Hell, I even had a copy of this blasted diary that's saved for all the world to see via the internet, but no, I didn't not have the next 10 chapters of my story.

My friends... my heart... died.

I cried. I suffered spasms in my arms. I cried some more. I cursed the day I was born and wondered who in the hell I pissed off in another life to have such rotten, crummy fucking bad luck. And then I cried again.

But then... after promising to God, Buddha, Goddess, old person in the sky, whoever- that I would live a righteous and pious life for the rest of my days, should he/she/it/them deem it fit to return my baby to me, my story was found in a temporary file. All 269kb of her. I wanted to dance and sing and make a million copies of the blasted thing. You have NO IDEA how close I came to absolutely losing it.

So... now, after I'm half way back to getting my system back to what it was before (minus the sucky cd rom drive, of course) I have to wonder how righteous and pious I actually have to be now... I mean, is it enough that I LIVE like a nun anyway? Is it enough that I don't even have sex with myself anymore?

I can't be held responsible for the transient sensual thoughts that cross my mind when I'm watching... say... Hobbits or Pirates or certain Wizard types, now can I?

I mean, I promised to be pious... not dead.

Hmm.