Like Carrie Bradshaw, I often wonder who are all these people who back up their work. Having had a lot of bad luck with my laptops in recent years, I should have learned the necessary art of the backup. But alas! I have not.
New Year's Day, after a lovely morning laying in bed (I informed my husband that in celebration of a fresh new year, I would not be getting out of bed until at least 4 PM), my hard drive gave up the ghost. Luckily, I did not have to break my promise to myself and my sweet Monster took the computer to the shop while I languished luxuriously between the sheets watching movies.
Unfortunately, while the laptop was under warranty and was promptly replaced, all my photos and essays (including a paper on Constitutional Jurisprudence which I was trying to get pubished) are gone. We are looking into finding someone to retreive what they can, but that is the sad, sad tale of the Woeful Woman Who Wouldn't Backup.
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God. I'm sorry. I had the same thing happen to me about a month ago...and I'm still discovering some of the things I lost.
It hurts.
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