Letting things go

( I lost two of my three major email account archives last year. I just found out that I lost the third. )

I thought I'd dealt with this all last year. I remember thinking, "even if I lost that last account, I think I could take it now." ... I'm not crying this time. I have practice at it, I suppose. But this really hurts.

As with last time, I will probably cope by repotting my plants.

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On a much lighter note, when I went to bed last night, touching my head gently with a flat hand met a thicket of vertical prickles, straight up in every direction. This morning it's all lying flat forward and down like hair that lies down.

I thought there would be an intermediate phase. Hair is fascinating.

I do miss the feeling of gently crushing the cloud of prickles, though. It was like having a halo.

Saving graces

My hotmail since I restarted it (Jan 1 2008) has been fine and has all the correspondence related to my fiction writing in it. (Note to self: back the bloody thing up this time.)

I had to pay $80 to do it, but I snatched my domain name back from the jaws of squatters with about 10 days before it would have been gone forever, under similar procrastination/obliviousness-related circumstances to my email accounts. Saved one.

I have a gmail account where I copied all my old personal emails from Group Health, including my relationship with cinnamonteal. Quite a feat, given that they didn't allow exporting the file and I had to forward them all by hand.

Somewhere in my hard drive are all the chat logs and email archives from my undergrad. I've even gotten a piece of data out of the chat logs a couple of times.

The stuff in between is the stuff in between. I'm working on consolidating and maintaining things better: my communications, my finances, my physical possessions. All still need streamlining, but some are closer than others, and I'm working on it.