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God Speed, Dio.
May. 19th, 2010 04:16 pmWhat a voice. What a legendary guy. He'll be greatly missed. :(
May. 19th, 2010
GOD DAMN IT. DAMN ME AND MY CLUMSY FUCKING ASS.
I decided to step over the cord of my Mum's external hard drive. My foot didn't go as high as I thought, and the thing crashed to the floor with great force.
IT IS NOW NOT WORKING. It has ALL MY RESCUE FILES ON IT. And family photos. And I have NO FRIGGIN' IDEA HOW TO FIX THE FUCKING THING. It doesn't have screws.
I am thinking I'm going to have to take it to a hard-drive recovery place, but that requires:
- That I have a hard drive to put the files onto
- That I have the ridiculous amounts of money required to rescue said files
And right now, I'm in debt from getting Melma washed and having that terrible habit of needing to see a psychologist twice a month (which I need more than ever since I was triggered badly last week).
I am so stressed out right now, so out of hope, I'm just wanting to cry and cry and cry.
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!
ETA: The files have been backed up yet again. Hopefully I can get the files off the broken drive, it'll just be a matter of who I go to to get the help, friends or companies I pay to do it (it'll take some asking around). I have come down from the ledge. I think I'm really overdue some damned therapy. I get very worked up over not-so-vital-things sometimes.
I decided to step over the cord of my Mum's external hard drive. My foot didn't go as high as I thought, and the thing crashed to the floor with great force.
IT IS NOW NOT WORKING. It has ALL MY RESCUE FILES ON IT. And family photos. And I have NO FRIGGIN' IDEA HOW TO FIX THE FUCKING THING. It doesn't have screws.
I am thinking I'm going to have to take it to a hard-drive recovery place, but that requires:
- That I have a hard drive to put the files onto
- That I have the ridiculous amounts of money required to rescue said files
And right now, I'm in debt from getting Melma washed and having that terrible habit of needing to see a psychologist twice a month (which I need more than ever since I was triggered badly last week).
I am so stressed out right now, so out of hope, I'm just wanting to cry and cry and cry.
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!
ETA: The files have been backed up yet again. Hopefully I can get the files off the broken drive, it'll just be a matter of who I go to to get the help, friends or companies I pay to do it (it'll take some asking around). I have come down from the ledge. I think I'm really overdue some damned therapy. I get very worked up over not-so-vital-things sometimes.
