night swimming

Well, because I didn't make an appointment it looks like it'll be at least a 2 hour wait here at the Mac store. I'm missing today's poetry class because I'm waiting around the Genius bar in the hopes that they have time to fit me in on stand-buy. How could I have made an appointment? How could I anticipate that my little G4 would poop out in the middle of editing my grad school essay last night? The poor thing wouldn't even shut down properly, so I fell asleep to it hiccuping and clicking away trying desperately to re-boot itself. I was finally able to shut it down but now it won't boot up past the apple with the little twirling fan. I'm surprisingly calm despite the fact that I have nothing backed up. I'd survive the loss of all the poetry and papers, my entire educational history, but I don't know what I'd do if I lost all that music. That's a strange attachment, I guess. It's not like I created those mp3s in the same way that I wrote all those essays or researched all those papers or scrambled to create all that poetry, and yet it'd feel like a much greater loss. As though my accomplishment lay in the actual amassing of all collection. *big sigh* This sucks.