Two nights ago it suddenly stopped working, so I took it to the Apple store, where I was greeted by a delightful surprise.
It took more mental restraint than it should have for me to not send that tweet while I was still standing in front of him.
Mac was very nice, but he couldn’t save my hard drive. So my computer is taking a little vacation at the Apple store getting new insides. Seeing as how it is almost four years old, I can’t be too put out. I can, however, want to kick myself for not backing the thing up more frequently.
I lost some stuff. I lost a couple of important documents and all of my photos from September (biiiiiiig sad face), but it could have been worse. Honestly, I don’t know exactly what I lost. I mean, I guess if I can’t remember it, it’s probably not that important, right?
I’m going to keep telling myself that.
In more Apple news, I wrote about what Steve Jobs meant to me over at Autism Unexpected. I’m not even a week late on this breaking news, so just shut up already, okay?
I think from now on I’ll pretend that my hard drive died of a broken heart.
If you’re a little sobby right now, I’ll fix that with this tweet about an experience I had this morning.
Yeah. THAT happened.
I was walking in a parking lot at the time. I sort of want to tell you more about it and how I started jumping around and swiping at my face for no discernible reason in front of a lot of onlookers and to insist to you that I am a clean person and showered, like, two hours before The Great Spider Fiasco of 2011, but all I can think about is how long it had been hanging out in my clothes and laying eggs in my ears and OH MY GOD I AM SO ITCHY ALL OF A SUDDEN.
It was really terrible.