Just a little PSA here about the importance of backing up your files. Because it's not a matter of IF your hard is going to die, it's a matter of WHEN. Seriously, people, trust me on that one.
*takes a moment to swear to high hell* I've just coined the phrase "gorram frelling frak" and am tempted to make that the title of my journal.
So basically, my D drive died. Not C, so I'm still up and running. Yeah, lucky me, those are two separate drives and not just partitions. However, three guesses as to where I keep my fic folder... No wait, two. Anybody requiring three gets to be smacked in the head.
Before anybody asks why I didn't back-up my files, shut up, because I did so do that, I'm not a complete moron. I just did it like a month or two ago. Yeah, my lazy bad.
So here's the casualty list:
TOMM: 9,000ish words (save for a short Jack/Ianto scene I e-mailed sarahjane6, which is still in my sent folder) including some utterly brilliant stuff about fortune cookies telling the team what to do - yes, seriously - it involved aliens and psychic paper and actually kinda made sense
TCIP: all of chapter 13 (well, my rewrite of 13 due to the first version being an ADD meds disaster) - I'm honestly considering moving directly to 14 and making that the Midas ring chapter, because I really want to write that particular scene, despite it doing nothing to progress the story plot or characters and would just be random filler
Detachment: outline ideas and pieces of a few scenes
untitled fic and vid about the year that never was: fic went bye-bye, vid mostly so - wasn't much, I'll likely not bother with going back to it and trash the plot bunny
missing scene fic from COE Day 2: I actually think I may have that in my sent folder as well due to mailing it to a friend, but I lost interest in it on Day 4 and so don't actually give a damn
I think that's all. My muse says it needs this CD in order to go on living...
Songs From Andrew Lloyd Webber's The Phantom Of The Opera (1993)Why it wants that, I've no idea. Well, other than my watching PotO for the first time about a week ago. My whole life, I was so totally wrong with what I thought that story was about! I was certain it was Beauty and the Beast but set in sewer tunnels under an opera house. Whatever though, because I don't have money and am certainly not going to ask my local music store if they can order it for me.
Anyway, to wrap things up, my life sucks, and I'm now going to go kill myself in some creative and artistic way. No, honestly swear I'm not, nobody call the police or anything, please, because that really would be the answer to "how can this day get any worse?" Nothing more fun than a bunch of cops locking me up and taking away my shoe laces. I'm gonna go get ice cream is what I'm actually going to do.