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Saturday, April 25, 2009 Bad Mood Dude, Family

You see, I was trying to simplify my life.

Instead of investing in a newer computer with a bigger screen for my design work and a faster processor for same, I got an extra hard drive for the computer I’ve been using since 2003. Instead of just staying with the crappy old cell phone I’ve had since 2005, I upgraded it to one that does email and GPS. If I’m going to be traveling (which I am) and getting lost (which I do), I broke down and did it.

So. Configuration. The phone is a mess so I don’t even want to go there. Suffice to say that I will spend most of the plane ride to Chicago putting all my contacts in by hand. Those I have memorized, of course. If you want to be in my contact list and want to hear from me again, please make it easy and just call my cell phone. Then I can save your number. I’m begging you.

The computer? Jesus, Mary, and the guy she dated before Joseph, what a friggin disaster. I can’t just MOVE the huge files that are taking up all the room and slowing everything down to the new hard drive, I have to COPY them. And then DELETE them from the other hard drive, which makes me nervous as all get-out. Not to mention the time it takes to transfer them. If I move the iPhoto library, will I need to move the application as well? Because that library is the single biggest hog on the box. But every time I start the process and see “Remaining time: 6 hours” I want to cry and stop the transfer.

Yes, I know I’m a baby.

And then, and THEN, trying to slim down the mail boxes and fix a glitch in Mac mail wherein it always shows one new message even though I’ve read or marked as read every single one of the thousands of messages, it shows as unread. There’s that little number 1, in its red circle, perched on top of the mail icon, saying, WHAT are you doing, woman? Do you have any idea how long I’ve been sitting here? WAITING? Only I know it’s lying.

So I did something extremely, bogglingly stupid. As I have two mailboxes, one for local and one for online, I cleaned out the online one, thinking the local was all I needed for past messages and could avoid the glitch going forward, right? AM I RIGHT?

NO! I AM WRONG!

I erased every single message in my inbox dated before April 9. Which is plenty weird, because there are messages from the ninth through the eleventh, and then nothing until yesterday and today. I KNOW there were messages there. I know it. I know they were important, since I flagged them. Including my travel itinerary. So why some and not others? Probably because for five minutes one day I changed my alias and it’s accepting one but not the other except for that five minute window. Or five week. Whatever.

At any rate, I have hosed my inbox, want to kick my hard drive, and am still sick, on top of sore from giving Daphne rides on our new bike. Don’t you hate when you realize after about two minutes exactly which muscles you haven’t used in a while?

I’m going to wait until I have a drink in my hand on the plane to even try to sync anything up with the Crackberry. I’m beginning to think it was an amazing discount for a reason.