I am back!
Yay!
For those of you who don't know (also, those who don't care) my computer died last Thursday night, an event I blame entirely on installing Microsoft ServicePack 2. Basically, all the user identities were wiped from the harddrive (or something) and I couldn't log in to my computer. But four hours of phonecalls and three visits from my dad later, it is fixed! Well, mostly. We had to unscrew the harddrive, plug it in as a slave drive on another PC and back everything up and then I think reinstall Windows back over the top of the existing version. Well, I say we; what I actually mean is my dad's mate from work.
It's just irritating, as I've lost all sorts of small but important things like automatic login to sites I use a lot, and the startup menu looked different (but I think I've fixed that) and I can't play DVDs anymore because I need to adjust something that can't be adjusted.
The ironic thing is that when I phoned HP in order to get some tech support (because Microsoft wanted to charge me 50 for it), the bloke had to put me on hold because - wait for it - his computer had crashed!
But despite this I had a lovely birthday, as I managed to spin it out across Saturday - Sunday - Monday - Tuesday (my actual birthday) - Wednesday and Thursday through various devious ploys. I ate far too much, drank my own bodyweight in XXX and received presents including postcards, acupuncture gloves, solar-powered rotating crystal things, a new diary and vitamin tablets, so all in all it was a successful being-twenty.
Incidentally, if anyone was interested, I have given up the taking photos of food thing as a) I needed the space on my camera for more important things during those days when I couldn't upload anything, and b) I got bored, as I knew I would. Admittedly, getting bored after one day was not too impressive, but in my defence I did last longer posting in my livejournal (about three days in total).
I think that's it for now . . . once again I have done a twelve hour shift and am in all sorts of muscle cramping pain. Goodnight, sweet ladies, goonight Lou, goonight May . . .
Yay!
For those of you who don't know (also, those who don't care) my computer died last Thursday night, an event I blame entirely on installing Microsoft ServicePack 2. Basically, all the user identities were wiped from the harddrive (or something) and I couldn't log in to my computer. But four hours of phonecalls and three visits from my dad later, it is fixed! Well, mostly. We had to unscrew the harddrive, plug it in as a slave drive on another PC and back everything up and then I think reinstall Windows back over the top of the existing version. Well, I say we; what I actually mean is my dad's mate from work.
It's just irritating, as I've lost all sorts of small but important things like automatic login to sites I use a lot, and the startup menu looked different (but I think I've fixed that) and I can't play DVDs anymore because I need to adjust something that can't be adjusted.
The ironic thing is that when I phoned HP in order to get some tech support (because Microsoft wanted to charge me 50 for it), the bloke had to put me on hold because - wait for it - his computer had crashed!
But despite this I had a lovely birthday, as I managed to spin it out across Saturday - Sunday - Monday - Tuesday (my actual birthday) - Wednesday and Thursday through various devious ploys. I ate far too much, drank my own bodyweight in XXX and received presents including postcards, acupuncture gloves, solar-powered rotating crystal things, a new diary and vitamin tablets, so all in all it was a successful being-twenty.
Incidentally, if anyone was interested, I have given up the taking photos of food thing as a) I needed the space on my camera for more important things during those days when I couldn't upload anything, and b) I got bored, as I knew I would. Admittedly, getting bored after one day was not too impressive, but in my defence I did last longer posting in my livejournal (about three days in total).
I think that's it for now . . . once again I have done a twelve hour shift and am in all sorts of muscle cramping pain. Goodnight, sweet ladies, goonight Lou, goonight May . . .