So, remember the worst case scenario scare from my trying trip to Paris last fall? The one who turned out to be a false alarm? Well, yesterday it came true only on my brand new six weeks old mac book. On the very same day I was finally going to get the time machine back up device, it dies taking everything with it. Including all the nice pictures I have been saving for you, and a couple of posts I was so looking forward to sharing.
Despite the fact that this came on top of yet another sleepless night, I was trying to take it like an adult, and after the discouraging telephone support from Apple, I went to take a shower before bringing my departed friend to the fixer. And hey: this would be the day they turned off the hot water in the building. At one point you start taking things personally, you know? Leave the house and right on the doorstep a dog owner has seen fit to empty his dog. Like my favorite creatures really need that kind of bad publicity?!
And so it goes on and on. My nasty childhood stalker have discovered my blog, and in his delusion he seems to think we have fond memories, and that everything I write here is for him. Increasing his unwanted attention with creepy emails. Not taking a hint from my plus 20 years of screaming on the cell- or door phone, or the fact that up until yesterday when I was finally forced to threaten police action that not once have I responded to any letters. It would seem like my mother's poor parenting skills allowing her children to be exposed to sick and twisted individuals is just the gift that keeps on giving.
After surviving Christmas/jul and new years I foolishly expected things to turn around. I may not subscribe to any religion, but that does not mean I don't have faith. Only right now it is being tested. Bear with me just a little longer, I will be back with better news I promise.