One of the few remaining pictures that I have left.
Last Friday, the worst thing imaginable happened to me. I knew my luck was running out, that I had to go to someone else for my needs but I kind of had hoped that I’d still have few months of time to get things fixed. But no. Last Friday, I was in the middle of chatting, uploading new selling pictures, listening to music and browsing Netflix when I got it.
Some sparks and then…
The blue screen of death.
My Anders is dead.
Gone.
Goner.
For good.
I still had hope, you know. For two days I managed to tell myself that this is something that I can fix. Or at least I could get someone else to fix. But this morning I received the dreaded message over the phone: “Your hard drive is fried”.
First there was desperation and disbelief which was quickly replaced by hollow feeling in one’s stomach before moving on to accepting that this, in fact, has happened. TO ME!!!
How can I ever get past this? We were together for so long! Since 2006! True, I had to buy more RAM and upgrade the operating system but I could get past all that! I still liked you! You were there when times got tough and you were there when I wanted to blast “Born This Way” as loud as possible and make the neighbours crazy! You are the one who knows all my secrets and internet things!
YOU HAVE MY PHOTOGRAPHS!
How could you do this to me, Anders? How could you? I thought we had a good thing going on! You betrayed me like no one has ever betrayed me before. You knew it and you still went ahead with this! You disgust me.
I’m now going to take your empty hull and replace you with someone else and no, I’m not going to ask them to recover your data. You brought this upon yourself.
Best,
Thrifty Finn or as you know, the Saddo Internet Single.
