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enamouredOh my GOD, I am sore and roasting to death. I have been helping my mom clean all week, and today I have been forced into cleaning/rearranging my room. I feel like hell. I am going to be sore tomorrow, I just know it.
On the other hand: after YEARS of wondering where the hell my box of diskettes (the diskettes that held all my old stories, fan fic and other) disappeared to, I found it in a box with a bunch of my dad's stuff in the garage! I don't have an external floppy drive so that I can unload all of it, and some of the older stuff was written in Microsoft Works, so I'll have to convert it somehow, but I am SO HAPPY that I found that! Mostly because one of the diskettes had my first ever NaNo novel on it, and I was sad at not having that saved anywhere else.
And then as I started moving crap around in my room, I found an old notebook that was a gift from a friend. The notebook, which was a birthday gift circa 1999, has the Backstreet Boys on the cover, and written inside is the biggest wish-fulfillment self insert fic I have ever written, and that's not counting the beach house story. The very idea of that book even existing makes me cry on the inside.
Once I'm done cleaning, I'm off to Half Price to drop off a box of books. I am too lazy to root through my mountains of magazines to determine which issues of Entertainment Weekly I want to toss or sell.
On the other hand: after YEARS of wondering where the hell my box of diskettes (the diskettes that held all my old stories, fan fic and other) disappeared to, I found it in a box with a bunch of my dad's stuff in the garage! I don't have an external floppy drive so that I can unload all of it, and some of the older stuff was written in Microsoft Works, so I'll have to convert it somehow, but I am SO HAPPY that I found that! Mostly because one of the diskettes had my first ever NaNo novel on it, and I was sad at not having that saved anywhere else.
And then as I started moving crap around in my room, I found an old notebook that was a gift from a friend. The notebook, which was a birthday gift circa 1999, has the Backstreet Boys on the cover, and written inside is the biggest wish-fulfillment self insert fic I have ever written, and that's not counting the beach house story. The very idea of that book even existing makes me cry on the inside.
Once I'm done cleaning, I'm off to Half Price to drop off a box of books. I am too lazy to root through my mountains of magazines to determine which issues of Entertainment Weekly I want to toss or sell.
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Date: 2012-06-22 10:44 pm (UTC)Oh, and my canon camera refuses to work too. This is not a great time for me, tech wise.