One more thing lost.

My memory stick.

With all my stories, my snippets, my ideas, backed up either from May or July.

Fuck me.

For that, I cried.  A good, solid ten minutes of utterly ridiculous sobbing.  10% cried for “what if he takes it?” but 90% cried for “what if he laughs?”

Which is so stupid.  I know, I know.

*sigh*

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