When It Pays to be Comatose -Sunday, September 14, 2003 -1:37 am-
In the last 24 hours my scanner has broken, my server has crashed, I've lost almost 100 rolls of negatives. In response to this, I've become pissed off, stayed up till 5am reinstalling the OS on the server, turned the house into a disaster area,
swore some more, found a lot of negatives that I had been missing long enough to have written them off, and spent hours cleaning up the mess I had made.
Positive things I have accomplished:
- I have found, cut, paged, logged, and stored 20 rolls of film.
- I have sorted through my box of 11x14 prints and thrown out the dross
- I have created a To Do list with 22 items on it.
- I have vacuumed all the carpet, all the computers, and the stereo.
- I have created indexes of all of the CDs I have burnt of my photos.
- I got my hair cut.
- I bought 17 records of Ex- or better quality for $12.
So why do I still feel like I'm behind the eight ball?
Oh, wait. I lost 3 years worth of negs, killed my server, and trashed my scanner. Fuck.