Turns out it was me who was thirsty and the MacBook was simply trying to tell me "NO! No coffee!" Now I understand that MacBooks are lactose intolerant and possibly pre-diabetic. So much for loving the machine that loves me back by paying my bills.
Anyway, I'm down and this is a public notice via cracked iPhone to anyone who may be wondering "Where the fuck is tht diary bastrop was supposed to post?"
This time Jeff, remembrance, brillig, et al, I can honestly say it wasn't me. Blame it on Starbucks. Until further notice. Likely much further.
My hope is the data is intact. Not just basement cat photos and kids at the park but my curriculum, my novel, my everything. Backed up as recently as last week but still not recent enough. It's a rather sinking feeling, I must say. If I wasn't so pissed I would cry.
Ok, I already cried. So, here's to First World Problems getting the best of us once in a while. Maybe my wife was gonna get me a new one for my birthday anyway.
Here's to hoping you are having a less surprising day that I. Peace and good will to all in Kosville, land of the bestest of argumentative thinkers and rocks crushiest of trolls.
Don't forget to water and feed the pooties and woozles and moar goatz while I'm gone.
Sincerely,
bastrop