Where does one start? I keep thinking I am gonna get on here and catch up. I repeat this every week. I think something is changing in my life, I don't know why, or even what it is, but something is changing. I no longer have the time to just sit down and talk to everyone on here. I want to write, but it seems like there is always something stopping me from doing it. so, today, this time, i am gonna start with what has been occupying my time this week.
Let me start with last Friday. I had a doctor appointment in the morning, the kind where you cant eat or drink anything for 8 hours, so I took the night off. I had some blood work done and scan on my innards to try and find where the pain in my side is coming from. Well, she didn't see anything, so its still a mystery. I have one more scan on my liver on the 18, maybe that will solve it.
So i had enough sleep so I could function for the day. Johns computer has been infected, so infected i couldn't do anything to help it. If it were possible, bugs would be crawling out of it, it was bad. So, we recently had a new repair shop open in the shopping center around the corner so I stopped it to ask about pricing bla bla bla. After, I went back home and tried to copy my most important document files to a disk. For some reason, only two of the files copied and would open on my laptop. Luckily, they were two of the stories I had written.
So I unplugged all the wires from the puter and took it in to be cleaned and debugged. I asked if they would call me if they were gonna have ot wipe out the entire system, as I had files i couldn't grab just yet. I would figure something out. we took off for the weekend, so i didn't need the puter and didn't worry about it. I got a call on Monday saying they were gonna have to wipe it out. I ended up going to the store and buying a flash disk to try and copy the files. When i returned to the shop, i was told the files were gone, and even if i could get them, they were so infected and i would infect my laptop if I transferred the files there.
So now I have lost my files. I also lost my pictures, but i don't care as much about that. the files held my stories i wrote on that computer. I was sick. I figured I could go in the the archives of yahell and try to recover my little works of amateur literary art. Then I remembered I sent some of them to Sheila for her to read to her grand babies. Oh, i was praying she had the one i was looking for, it was one i never published on here. so i sent her a PM and asked.
This morning I got he response of my dreams. I had made a disk of a bunch of them and sent it to her. I was crying when i read that. she said she would burn me a new disk and send it to me. I have my little treasures back. Well, not just yet, but at least now I know they aren't int eh atmosphere some where.
this has been totally occupying my time. today i picked up the puter and now I am trying to reinstall all the things i need to get it running again. I still need to find a shortcut to the Internet for the desktop. i will get it. and i swear, it John corrupts it again, he is toast and it stays that way.
that's been my week. I haven't slept that great all week. hopefully i can come home tonight and grab a few z's. good night to you.