Every once in a while I see a "Dairyland" truck driving by. See, that's funny because it almost sounds like "Diaryland".

I'm in a bit of a mood today because I've been having a craptacular week so far. Last week's mood was due to the fact that the latest update to the system software on my laptop caused the frobbitz to gyre itself, leaving the system incapable of booting. For Ghu knows the reason why, IBM decided that the only way to recover a Thinkpad that goes bad is to restore the entire system to Year Zero -- the state it's in when it ships from the factory. Apparently nobody keeps real data on their computers that they might want to preserve.

So I bought a gizmo that let me treat the internal hard-drive as a plug-n-play drive on a different computer and spent the week grabbing whatever on my disk that I could salvage before reformatting. Over the weekend I reformatted and started copying my precious data back onto the laptop. Yesterday morning I realised that all my personal financial data, which I have been diligently recording for about the past fifteen years or so, did not copy over properly and is now gone forever.

I am strangely philosophical about this. E seems to have taken it harder than I did and has offered to retranscribe whatever I ask her to. I'm not sure whether I am going to take her up on her offer. Maybe this is the universe telling me I could spend the time I usually spend copying receipts into my computer doing something I actually enjoy. I'm still thinking about this.

So as I was sitting there yesterday morning pondering the enormity of my data loss I looked up and noticed C tipping over and QLUNQing her head on the coffee table. Beat... two... three... "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Poor sweet baby. (Oh right... did I mention that E and I have a baby? I've been away for a while.) She was pretty sore and miserable for the rest of the day, and miserable baby means miserable parents.

So now she has a nice big shiner just below her left eye. If anyone asks about it, we tell them that she got it in a fight in the baby hockey league, and that's also why she only has four teeth.

And then I totally forgot to go to the dentist appointment where I was to receive a crown for the tooth where I had the root canal a couple of weeks back.

So yeah. I need a holiday.

29 May 2007