The laptop that has seen me through almost two years of late-night blogging conked out two weeks ago. I am no gadget freak, but I am close to heartbroken. You see, I have this really, really bad habit of not backing up. Maybe it's faith of the wrong kind. I always seem to think that technology will take care of itself, and so my techie friends' advice to regularly back up my files always goes unheeded.
Which means I am not sure if my precious files will ever be recovered. Or if the digital albums I have painstakingly organized will survive the crash. I don't even want to think about the music files. And Tumblebugs. And the ongoing Super Text Twist, which has surpassed the five-million mark.
Oh well, there's no use tearing my hair out. It's frizzy enough as it is, he he. I can only hope that some other gizmo and some other geek will navigate through the unintelligible (to me) tech talk and mine into the dead laptop's memory. The hardware I can live without. I don't even care if they pronounce it totally dead and cart it off to the nearest junkshop. But please, oh please, give me back my memory.