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My laptop died last night/this morning. It rebooted itself, and whenever I gave it its password it would mostly load the desktop, then reboot, over and over again. I managed to retrieve the partial draft of my essay, then called Officeworks (who I had bought the laptop from) numerous times, trying to get information on how the operating system CDs worked and if anything was repairable. Turned out, nope, it wasn't and I could bring it in and they would send it off for ten dys and maybe my files could be saved. I didn't have ten days,even for that small chance, so I reformated the hard drive myself.
I. Lost. Everything.
Dad was the only one home at the time while I was walking in circles whispering 'fuck, fuck, fuck' and he told me not to be such a drama queen and, later, that I shouldn't share my problems with everyone. I had no response to that then, 'fuck you' doesn't exactly raise you in their eyes, even if it does feel good.
It's not as bad as it could be: all (three) of my stories are archived or will be archived in no less than three places. But there were notes on potential WIPs, interesting quotes I'd found and wanted to use, a 10,000 or so word diary I'd been rambling in since Melbourne. All gone.
All the software's gone, too, and the friend I bummed it off is overseas for three weeks. I didn't have time to reinstall the OS, so I don't know what I've been left with. It'll be enough to type the essay with, but Power Point's gone, so my tute partner and I will have to come into uni to work on the presentation, probably.
F u c k...
I. Lost. Everything.
Dad was the only one home at the time while I was walking in circles whispering 'fuck, fuck, fuck' and he told me not to be such a drama queen and, later, that I shouldn't share my problems with everyone. I had no response to that then, 'fuck you' doesn't exactly raise you in their eyes, even if it does feel good.
It's not as bad as it could be: all (three) of my stories are archived or will be archived in no less than three places. But there were notes on potential WIPs, interesting quotes I'd found and wanted to use, a 10,000 or so word diary I'd been rambling in since Melbourne. All gone.
All the software's gone, too, and the friend I bummed it off is overseas for three weeks. I didn't have time to reinstall the OS, so I don't know what I've been left with. It'll be enough to type the essay with, but Power Point's gone, so my tute partner and I will have to come into uni to work on the presentation, probably.
F u c k...