Deadpoet's Defunct Cave

FUCK.

YES, I NORMALLY SWEAR ONLY WHEN I'M WEARING GREEN. BUT THIS OCCASION WARRANTS IT.

I AM TRYING TO BE VERY CALM NOW.

I'VE LOST AT LEAST THREE YEARS WORTH OF DATA.

ALL MY WORK FROM UNI.

ALL THE RESEARCH THAT I'VE POURED THROUGH.

ALL MY COSDU FILES.

PERSONAL STUFF I'VE WRITTEN.

LETTERS AND EMAILS WHICH MEAN THE WORLD TO ME.

AND GOD KNOWS WHAT ELSE.

I'VE BEEN FEELING LIKE SHIT LATELY BUT THIS REALLY TAKES THE CAKE.

FUNNY THING IS THAT IT HAPPENED IN THE COURSE OF HELPING A TOTAL STRANGER.

I WAS COPYING FILES FROM A DIRECTcd TO MY HARD DISK.

THIS WAS TAKING AN ETERNITY, SO I PUT IT IN MY CD BURNER, HOPING THAT I'D GET BETTER TRANSFER RATE.

AND I did GET A BETTER RATE. TRIED TO EJECT THE CD.

A VERY MOMENTARY BLUE SCREEN. AUTO REBOOT.

SCANDISK. WINDOWS TAKES LONGER THAN NORMAL TO LOAD.

I CHECK MY ARCHIVE CD.

BLANK.

NOT POSSIBLE.

EJECT.

CHECK AGAIN.

BLANK.

DIRECTcdS TAKE A WHILE TO FORMAT. HOW CAN IT BE...

BLANK.

(I SWEAR THAT STUPID EURO 2004 STARHUB SMS UPDATE THING I SUBSCRIBED TO IS REALLY GETTING ON MY NERVES. IT'S FUCKING 0318 HRS. YES, THAT'S 3.18 A.M. AND I'M GETTING AN SMS (FOR THE THIRD TIME) ON WHO THE BLOODY ITALIAN MANAGER, TRAPATTONI OR FUCKARRONI OR WHATEVER HIS NAME IS, WANTS OR DOESN'T WANT TO INCLUDE IN HIS SQUAD. I DON'T PARTICULARLY CARE ABOUT ITALY. I DON'T WANT TO KNOW IF PANNUCI IS PLAYING. MAYBE I MIGHT WANT TO KNOW AT ANOTHER TIME, BUT NOT NOW. NOT AT 3 A.M. IN THE FUCKING MORNING, NOT WHEN THIS HAS JUST HAPPENED TO ME, AND CERTAINLY NOT FOR THE THIRD TIME!)

I REALLY FEEL LIKE THROWING MY LAPTOP OUT OF THE WINDOW.

AND YOU CAN TAKE YOUR GOOD FRIEND, THE CD BURNER WHILE YOU'RE ON YOUR WAY OUT.

THANKS A LOT.

AND MY PHONE GOES OFF AGAIN. FUCKARRONI AGAIN. OH, LET PANNUCI PLAY. ITALY WON'T WIN ANYWAY.

FUCKING SHIT. PERFECT, JUST PERFECT. ANYTHING ELSE NEEDS TO GO WRONG? GO WRONG NOW, WHILE GOING WRONG IS ON A ROLL.

p.s. to self: one day you will read this and laugh.