Have come to conclusion that I'm an enormously delicate flower of a person. This is not a good thing to be in this world. Outside the orcs are cutting down the trees and I can hear them (the trees) screaming in pain, all the leaf buds dying, all that life extinguished by an evil fucker's chainsaw. I put on some pretty music and tried to write my not-very-good story but it's quite entertaining (to write, anyway).......only to have my computer tell me there was no more storage space.
Was it utterly nuts???? Brand new computer, with about one millimetre of blue used on the C drive. Something to do with OneDrive, whatever the hell that is. And do you think I could contact Microsoft???!!! I was howling with frustration, blinded by tears, when finally I worked out I had to click on the "disabled" persons thing (I don't understand this - they only talk to disabled people, everyone else gets a crap email?) Anyway, since my feet are in agony, my arthritis hurts, I have had terrible earache for two weeks and am thus partially deaf, I figured I was disabled enough. Also, I'm a hypochondriac, have agoraphobia, claustrophobia, suffer from severe bouts of depression, and frightened of people, germs, dirt and taxes.....so I figure this makes me quite disabled too.
Or, at best, a crushed petal of a person, who cries at the most minor of life's challenges.
Anyway, totally fab Microsoft guy took remote access of my computer, got rid of stupid OneDrive which I don't need and I'm back in action.
A Very Big Writer's Tip: if this happens and you think you're going to lose what you just wrote, copy and paste it as fast as possible into an email. I did that and thank God I did because the last paragraph I had written vanished. Easily retrievable from gmail. Hoorah.
Think I'd better go and have lunch before I die of starvation.
Was it utterly nuts???? Brand new computer, with about one millimetre of blue used on the C drive. Something to do with OneDrive, whatever the hell that is. And do you think I could contact Microsoft???!!! I was howling with frustration, blinded by tears, when finally I worked out I had to click on the "disabled" persons thing (I don't understand this - they only talk to disabled people, everyone else gets a crap email?) Anyway, since my feet are in agony, my arthritis hurts, I have had terrible earache for two weeks and am thus partially deaf, I figured I was disabled enough. Also, I'm a hypochondriac, have agoraphobia, claustrophobia, suffer from severe bouts of depression, and frightened of people, germs, dirt and taxes.....so I figure this makes me quite disabled too.
Or, at best, a crushed petal of a person, who cries at the most minor of life's challenges.
Anyway, totally fab Microsoft guy took remote access of my computer, got rid of stupid OneDrive which I don't need and I'm back in action.
A Very Big Writer's Tip: if this happens and you think you're going to lose what you just wrote, copy and paste it as fast as possible into an email. I did that and thank God I did because the last paragraph I had written vanished. Easily retrievable from gmail. Hoorah.
Think I'd better go and have lunch before I die of starvation.
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