i'm not done yet.

and apparently, neither are the heavens....

somehow between my 9 a.m. meeting and my 3 p.m. meeting yesterday, my hard drive crashed.

and it didn't just crash like the i.t. guys needed to get their hands on it,

it crashed like they were already making the grimicing face before i made it through the threshhold of the door to check in on its status.

every

thing

is

gone

{photos. music. all the work i accomplished while out of town.}

i've already lectured myself about relying too much on my work station for my personal files, so reminding me to back it up often isn't going to do any good. i already knowwwwwww all of that.

c'est la vie, i thought... talking to the guy who's still mourning the loss of his wife in that tragic plane crash a couple of weeks ago made losing the new sarah barellies album pretty meaningless in the scheme of things.

but 30 minutes later... when the reality of everything i really lost started to register... the thousands of dollars of music i've accumulated over the last five years, my photos, my work files.... not to mention every last one of my contacts in my corporate address book {% * ? ! @ % & ^ $}, i started to lose it.

as always, bestie jen called at exactly the right time.... the time when i burst into tears and cried, "i'm just so exhausted from all of this..." and fell on the floor and flailed all my limbs.

it was also about then that every last one of my co-workers took the liberty to tell me the experience of losing their hard drive and how there's always a ways to recover the data.

thanks, everyone... but they i.t. guys already told me this isn't that kind of crash. it's beyond recoverable. and while i appreciate your concern - but not your underlying message of i-know-better-than-you, sugary sweetly wrapped in the mask of compassion - my flailing fit is a direct result of the fact that the diagnosis is exactly NOT what you're trying to console me with.

there are bigger problems out there. it's not like i've lost everything to an electrical fire.

but i'm ready for a reprieve.

i think it's all ben bybee's fault.