The Crash of Aught Seven

Yes, I used “Aught” to describe a year. It’s something people are not taking advantage of this decade. You have the ability to say phrases like “we dated back in aught four” or “I got paroled in aught six.” The old timers got to use it and now, so do we.

But on to the Crash.

My hard drive crashed two days ago. Not even in a subtle, respectful way. It was in a super-dick, rude kinda way. I was sitting in my office audibly talking about how I need to back up my hard drive since I hadn’t in a few months. I stood up to get something to drink, left the room and came back to see a blue screen telling me my machine has powered down or some shit accompanied by a loud, painful grinding noise coming out of my laptop. Dick.

Normally, I’d go into a panic and start freaking out. This time, an odd calm came over me. I accepted that I may have lost everything and felt like Lenny Kravitz back when he cut off all his hair to “get rid of the negative energy” residing in his dreadlocks. I had shaved my metaphorical head and felt surprisingly good.

I spent the next 24 hours attempting to restore this hard drive refusing to believe it was gone, but after far too long entering text commands and changing BIOS settings (things I really don’t understand) I gave up and went to Best Buy thinking I could get a cheap 40 or 80 gig hard drive. It’s all I need.

The smallest they had was 160 gigs.
What the shit am I going to do with 160 gigs?

Long story short, that’s where I have been. I know all six of my dedicated readers were concerned. It will be back to business as usual soon.