  Yeeeeeeeah. The computer done deaded on us; we lost our whole friggen hard drive. I don't know what they had to do to fix it, I do know they had to retemplate it four times, but I do not know what other sort of technical voodoo had to be done to resurrect this silly machine.
My portfolio, Kurt's stories, saved games from black and white, as well as icewind dale are gone, so are the movies I had collected, and the music. Brand new drive now, waiting to be corrupted by my grubby, semi-compuliterate hands. As utterly irritating as this may be, there is a silver lining. I need a new portfolio, right? Now I have the time, the stories, and the will to write is beginning to arise because my shit's gone.
Good. Now to shake off the cobwebs and get going. Still no job, tomorrow I pass out resumes targeting the food and service industry. Ye gods! But, I figure, tips would be fabulous. I'm enjoying the time off, when I'm not being completely spastic about bills. There still is a problem with righting my backwards sleeping schedule. I can't seem to manage staying up twenty four hours to correct it; and before when I did that, I suffered, and the new sleeping schedule didn't take. I've got no amusing stories at this time. Bed now, hopefully sleep like humans do. G'night. 
