hiddencait

And yeah I'm freaking out. Granted all of my massive writing stuff - I.E. the first novel and the 50k of my psychic solider story - has been saved either via email to people or to my USB back up folder. However I KNOW I have updated the folder since before NaNoWriMo started, so I might have lost all 6+k of the new story and oh yeah, both of the exchange fics I'd started. And one of them is due on the 20th.

F.M.L.

I'm really hoping I left it at my second job on Friday as I was running around like a chicken with my head cut off, but I do have my work USB which would have been plugged in right next to the writing USB. Guess I'll find out this week.

In the mean time, I'm trying to decide if I want to/have time to completely restart the Clint/Tasha SS fic on top of trying to get my 12 Days of Ficmas gifts done too.

And I realized all of this the day I'm recovering from food poisoning and should be at a funeral that I ended up missing due to said food poisoning.

So not my best day.

So, today was definitely a whirlwind of the "Fuck My Life" phenomenon.

I was going to go by the bank today on my lunch break, so before I left the office, I pulled out my purse to make sure the check I wanted to deposit was in my wallet like I though it was. Only, my wallet wasn't even IN my purse. Now, I didn't panic or anything, I simply searched my office, then my car, then the Popeyes where I bought lunch yestarday, the Popeyes' parking lot, and then my apartment and the parking lot there.

OK, then I panicked a little. *shrug* In the course of all that searching, I did get my passport, and I calmed myself with the thought that with that identification in hand, I could at least go by my bank and have them replace my credit and debit cards, as well as get some cash out for the rest of the weekend, right? So I drove back down to the one by my work, only to realize: it's Veteren's Day. Banks are closed. Fuck.

So, I was like, OK, I'm fine, I can probably do all this online or over the phone. And I can survive without cash, right? Sure.

Unless of course, as I discovered as I pulled into my work office, you don't have enough gas in your car to get home again.

Fuck. My. Life.