Another day, another computer crash. An external hardrive (XHD) which we'd installed after the virus decided it was not going to work any more when I went to shut off the computer last night. Nothing has brought it back, either: rebooting, reformatting, system restore. This means a trip to a tech $hop. $igh.

So all the art and music and writing we've done since the middle of October is locked up safe n sound in a little inscrutable aluminum box. This too shall pass, we'll just keep right on doing things.

I found this great place about a month ago - DEVIANT Art. On Thursday I joined and posted a bunch of my stuff. It comes with a journal, and you can post literature (yours) as well. I thought it would be another pace of anonymity, like Blogger, but in two days I've made like ten friends.

My surgery went well. I was given a prescription for vicodin, which has been next to worthless as a pain-killer. It makes me STUPID and groggy, allowing me 45 minutes to an hour's sleep, but then I would be awake and hurtin. This night past is the first in which I'd been able to sleep - without the V - and I really hope the need for "painkillers" is over. On Wednesday I go for an exam by the orthpaedic surgeon who did the work; according to what I've been told, I'll be out for another three months. In the meantime I am going to get that fucking XHD taken care of - maybe just blank it out and start again - but that would mean a considerable loss of art and text. Another day, another hardrive. Yawn.