So about 2 weeks ago, My car dies on me. I discovered this when trying to take Norwegian tourists to Trader Joes (classic tale). And I discovered that while my car was occupying a meuy primo parking space... it also would not run. It wasn't that big of a deal, I borrowed someone else's car for traderjoes tourism escapade, and I walked to wolfs / lived off of stale food in my fridge for a while instead of going to alberstons to buy provisions to make up for my pathetic meal plan.
I didn't at this point yet realize to what extent technology hates me.
the well known golden rule of laptops is that they only die on you when there is something very important inside. The last time my laptop decided to die on me I was applying for 2 study abroad programs and had stored about 4 different statement of purpose essays on my computer. That however seems pretty mild in comparison to losing my first chapter of my thesis, that while not perhaps my best or most polished work was nonetheless the product of a semesters worth of work.
The good news
1) I did have a little less than half of my thesis stored on the Scripps server
2) I had recently printed out a hard copy of the full length version
3) In retyping the chapter it's managed to crow about 3-4 more pages and is a slightly less rough rough draft
4) My friends (now former) girlfriend was extremely bored and decided to jump start and drive around my car
5) I now know about the secret key hole thingi that allows me to put my car into neutral after having been parked.
The bad news
1) in lieu of living in the library (a spacious and fairly comfortable place where I come in contact with other human beings on occasion) I am now living in a 10x5 foot closet we like to call the computer lab (no windows... bad airflow, and no human contact... although I am able to sing to myself in here. That doesn't go over as well in the library).
2) instead of moving on to chapter 2 of thesis, I'm stuck on chapter 1
3) I am perpetually losing my cell phone... so up till now people contact me through AIM etc. which means I no longer have a way of getting together with people. Thus I will die alone (exaggeration and fatalistic attitudes are a symptom of the computer room)
Ode to the thousands (literally) of photos I've most likely lost along with my first chapter of thesis. These are a few I saved pre-technology-hates-nicole-melt-down.
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