In very depressing news, while trying to find some way of printing our summer camp yearbook, I have noted the disappearance of my jump drive. I can't help but think about the fact that I stored a very important document on that jump drive called MY NOVEL.
As you can imagine, I'm about ready to throw up.
Although I am incredibly organized (Martha, right?) I have no idea where the drive is or where I had seen it last. The only reason I am able to type this entry is because I am waiting for the yearbook to burn to the third disk in an attempt to print the blasted thing from our home computer. And after several failed attempts, I am pretty much accepting the fact that my 6 hours of work must be redone on a (crummy) alternate computer.
It's times like these when I must accept the fact that I am not technologically savvy - although I tend to argue otherwise. I don't really understand why it is a nightmare to transfer a file from one computer to another.
You know how life just tends to throw you a heck of a lot of lemons all at once? I'd really like to make some lemonade, but I'm afraid my head is buried and I'm unable to accomplish much of anything...breathing included.
Yea. It's been one of those weeks. And it's Monday.
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