It’s unnerving to say the least when your laptop crashes. But it is devastating when it is returned to you in working condition, less My Documents. It’s all gone. My poems, stories, ramblings, research papers, pdf files, articles, presentations. The only thing I don’t really miss is the lyrics folder. ‘She Speaks’ will be greatly missed. Especially the stuff which was never meant to be posted, but kept safe in a secret time capsule of sorts; For comfort. For old time’s sake.
Speaking of which, the phrase ‘old time’s sake’ is, in my opinion, terribly overrated. An old friend recently very astutely suggested, ‘love the present’. The present should be celebrated. Old time’s sake is just an imaginary construct of better times, the days of yore, when we had braces and knock-knees. Hell, those were hardly better times. Simpler times perhaps.
I watched a terribly lame film today, on a cousin’s insistence. Not only were the characters psychotic, spastic and irrational, Ben and Jen turned out to be the only normal couple of all. Plus, Scarlet needs to get out of her grey t-shirt phase and start wearing real clothes. Now, I could go on and rant about some more stuff on my mind, but I am actually feeling sleepy earlier than my usual ridiculous bedtime. I wonder how long it takes to fully digest a Zinger.