How do I love thee?

O how I love thee, let me count the ways…

Last night when I got home from Starbucks, my external hard drive decided to crash. It worked fine just moments before. There goes all my data. So much for half-assed backups. Why did Leopard have to be late? I could have used Time Machine NOW bitches.

This morning, after awakening and remembering that my hard drive was dead, I grabbed the handle on the side of my recliner to retract the footrest. I sleep in my recliner most nights, you see. I turned the handle, but instead of the footrest moving, the handle broke off in my hand.

I haven’t written in a week or so. At least not since Dr. D. switched my Invega to every-other-day dosing. I’m also finding a dip in my mood since then. So I’m bumping it back up.

I’m probably going to have to have surgery on my knee. There’s a 1.3-cm boney protrusion on the top of my tibia that’s causing me pain. I have to go in to the orthopedist on the 8th.

Yay for the fall.

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