Ellemental

I feel disconnected.

My desktop computer is sitting dark and silent, waiting for me to buy and install some memory. Thank God (and the VIM) for this lovely little laptop.

As days go by, I realize HOW MUCH I had stored on my computer. Saved emails from days before the VIM was the VIM. Backups of my old journals dating back to 2001. Pictures. Nothing I can’t live without (like my spreadsheet of passwords I printed out on a whim last week *whew*!). But enough “me” stuff that I feel like crying. And hitting myself hard on the forehead with the palm of my hand and yelling, “doh!”