End of Days (1999) . . .

OMFG! Disaster! What am I going to do?

I just kicked my USB drive by accident. It cracked open and the plug-in part bent. I snapped it back together but I can't get it to register on my computer. A large part of my life is on there. Stuff that I track daily, weekly, monthly. Our finances. Specifically, a five year history of our finances. Spreadsheets detailing when to make payments, how much, when to expect bills. My resume. Writing samples. My SF-10 (state employment application/history). Passwords to every on-line account I have. Argh!

I've got to stop thinking about everything I just lost. And stupid me, just last week, thought to myself that I should really backup the drive onto another one or onto a computer in case something were to happen to it. But I never did it.

remember sammy jankis.


Wordplay (2006) . . .

A meme, using one word for each answer.

1. Where is your cell phone? briefcase
2. Where is your significant other? wandering
3. Your hair? thinning
4. Your mother? waiting
5. Your father? deceased
6. Your favorite thing? xbox
7. Your dream last night? void
8. Your dream/goal? solvency
9. The room you're in? office
10. Your fear? broke
11. Where do you want to be in 6 years? relocated
12. Where were you last night? work
13. Something you're not? fast
14. Muffins? sometimes
15. One of your wish list items? watch
16. Where you grew up? country
17. The last thing you did? meet
18. What are you wearing? tie
19. Your TV? home
20. Your pet? nonexistent
21. Your computer? borrowed
22. Your life? undulating
23. Your mood? bored
24. Missing someone? family
25. Your car/truck? Rondo
26. Something you're not wearing? coat
27. Your summer? anxious
28. Love someone? Giftie
29. Your favorite color? Blue
30. When is the last time you laughed? Morning
31. Last time you cried? weekend
32. Who will resend this? Unknown

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Panic Room (2002) . . .

So, if you know me half at all, you can imagine the sense of panic I felt this morning (or any morning) when a coworker walks in and asks, "so, did you see your name in the paper this morning?". Well, no, I didn't because I haven't gotten around to reading the news yet today. So, she pointed to the article.

Link: Combing through the Budget on a Horse with No Name

I hate being in the paper. At least this time there was no accompanying photograph.

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