Disaster

Today, my computer decided to "Sad Mac." Right after I downloaded all the Christmas pictures to my computer. So I lost not only photos that are irreplaceable, but I also lost several key interviews and a draft for a story I'm working on, many songs I downloaded from iTunes and didn't bother to stick on my iPod and a big project for a client that is mostly replaceable (though I lost several days' worth of work).

I've watched that Sex and the City where Carrie's laptop craps out multiple times. I bought the new Leopard OS so I could "Time Machine" my computer and easily back up. And just the other day, the computer prompted me to back up, as I hadn't in several days. So I really have no one to blame but myself. And those darned people at Apple, who apparently sold me a lemon. (My dear husband's computer, which is a hand-me-down iBook G4 that used to be my "business computer," runs infinitely better, faster and with fewer bugs than my much newer MacBook.) Tomorrow, I'll be praying that the computer gods at the local Mac store can retrieve my info and find my hard drive. And I'll be hoping that regardless of how much they salvage, they take pity on me and my Sad Mac, which is barely a year old and has already been in the shop 3 times for issues, and put us both out of our misery. I'm a great customer. I deserve better than this Sad Mac.