Totally Effed Friday
So I’m a procrastinator anyway, and I had allotted all day yesterday to crank out a paper that is due today. That’s how I do it. I got a system. Long story short, about 45 minutes after sitting down at a local coffee establishment to get cracking, my two-year-old MacBook freezes, and when I restart, I get the blinking file icon of death. I know what this means. I know that I’m fucked. I also know that I haven’t backed up in a while. SO GO BACK UP, KIDS.
After a trip to the Mac Store, my worst fears were realized: RIP, hard drive. No data recovery possible. HUZZAH! While they installed the new drive, I went to Sephora and bought one of those acne skin care sets and lip gloss to make myself feel better. I never retail therapy, but the loss of my hard drive prompted me to do so. I hope someone I know saw me, at the mall, buying myself zit medicine for my 30th birthday and unsuccessfully trying hard not to cry because my hard drive crashed. Even I would have made fun of myself. I hope my mom is proud.
So I stayed up late, trying to work on my paper. My professor said I could have a few days, but that’s a slippery slope with me, especially since Sunday is the World Cup final. And, ahem, my 30th birthday. So I’m planning on working today, flying to Minneapolis, going to class, then working tonight and tomorrow morning. Wish me luck. This class ends this weekend, so hopefully life will return to somewhat normal after that.
In case you missed it, check out my stuff elsewhere this week:
- At Draft Day Suit, The German Soccer Coach Needs Home Training
- At MamaPop, Party Down’s Last Hurrah: Take That, Vanity Fair
- At MamaPop, Don’t Front. You Totally Cried At Bethenny Frankel’s Wedding.
(On July 9th, 2010 at 10:30 am)
Hey, great writers write best under pressure, is what I always say. (To excuse my own habitual procrastination when it comes to writing.)
I should totally buy you a drink for your birthday. And then buy a drink for myself to help me forget that I’m also turning 30 this year.
(On July 9th, 2010 at 10:49 am)
Hope you have a great birthday with fancy food, good liquor and puppy love.
(On July 9th, 2010 at 12:05 pm)
Oh, no. Good luck. You can do it! My stuff wouldn’t be backed up if Greg didn’t have MOZY doing it every night.
Also, happy birthday again…and I promise 30 isn’t so bad. Of course, I’m 34 so maybe I’m just trying to convince myself.
(On July 9th, 2010 at 8:03 pm)
I don’t mean to gloat…but I’M DONE WITH GRAD SCHOOL BITCHES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sorry to hear about your Mac, yo. That sucks.