ecSTATIC.

My hard drive crashed and I lost all my pictures.

All of them.


Dad: Well, I've got some bad news sweetheart.

Okay. Uh-oh. He's talking with his hands.

It looks like your hard drive crashed.

It looks like? What does that even mean? Bad news, bad, bad news.

El, your computer died. This probably happens to one in every twenty hard drives, sometimes things just break. It is odd though, because, well because, this was a fairly new one - probably a year and a half. That's right, I installed this one about 20 months ago. Hm. Not too old.

HMM. Okay.

{Then mom walked in} Oh! Sorry to hear about your computer, lovely.

Why? Dad can fix it. Dad can fix it, right? You fix everything.

Afraid not, sweetheart.

So all my things are gone. All my pictures?

Whatever was on that computer, yeah.


I cried for awhile, because it really sucked. It didn't suck so much after someone I love came over and reminded me that I have a crazy-good life and things could be a lot worse.

So instead of moping about this, and wallowing in self-pity {which is a talent of mine, actually} I'm going to take NEW pictures of my crazy-good life.
I'm going to take all the pictures of all the places and all the people that make life so crazy-good.
I'm going to do new things and the new pictures I take will be what I've become because of all the old pictures, and because of all the awful things like this that happen, and because of people that pick you up and brush off the dirt and give you band-aids for your stupid bloody knees. I don't think I'm making a lot of sense right now. I'm HIGH ON LIFE. It's fine.


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