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I am frustrated. More than frustrated, I could cry... I usually don't cry. Not just because something doesn't work.
But this little...something...is no something at all. It's my stupid, damn hard disk, which decided not to work
anymore just this morning, when I was looking forward to play a bit CoX, after taking my last pictures for
the next story post.
No chance to do anything. Broken!
And of course, as usual, it has to happen when our holiday is over, and of course on a Sunday, when you can do what? NOTHING!
Except one....take your car, go to your friend and cry. 150 km, but why not.
So we can save all my texts and pictures and of course all my Sims stuff at least.
Thank you so much, dear.
But this little...something...is no something at all. It's my stupid, damn hard disk, which decided not to work
anymore just this morning, when I was looking forward to play a bit CoX, after taking my last pictures for
the next story post.
No chance to do anything. Broken!
And of course, as usual, it has to happen when our holiday is over, and of course on a Sunday, when you can do what? NOTHING!
Except one....take your car, go to your friend and cry. 150 km, but why not.
So we can save all my texts and pictures and of course all my Sims stuff at least.
Thank you so much, dear.
Now I am sitting here at Lenya's computer. And I still could cry. I don't want to go home. But I have to.
Let me wake up and see, it is not true.
