Well. Okay.

What the hell is up with this new Blogger publishing? I told you I hate change!

So. Anyway. I've been going back and forth about whether to wait for further confirmation, or whether I should just start mourning now. Guess which I picked. Anyway, you know how I can occasionally brag about my two gigabytes of hard disk space devoted to my illegal music file collection? Some near four thousand files, if I remember correctly. Yes. Well. All life is fleeting.

In my computer meltdown, they became casualties. Now, I have all of my personal files. And I'm no where near as upset as I would have been (i.e. "distraught") had I lost those, but Jesus Fuck. Some of them were very hard to come by. Some were given to me by people I'm no longer in contact with. Some of them are from websites that no longer exist. Some of them are from CDs that I borrowed and can't easily do so again. Some of them (not many) I had to pay for. All of them were acquired at some point when I wanted or needed them, and they stood as a sonic record of the past two years of my life. And that's something important. I'm big on music. I'm not terribly high on life at the moment.

At least certain persons can now stop worrying that I'm going to be indicted for my software piracy, though. I suppose that's a good thing.

A thought just came to me a minute ago, and I haven't had time to evaluate it, so it may be completely false. But if I were someone else, someone not me, I don't think I would like me very much. I wouldn't be friends with me.

On my desk here, there are doodles left by those who used it before me. These things include the letters: alpha zeta omega, a black star, a delicately drawn flower, and a part of a heart that says that in 1993, Claudia loved someone whose name has now faded from the wood. This is what I stare at when I'm sitting at my computer and my thoughts wander.

I really wish the boy were here.