Of Jet Lags and Computer Lags
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
My watch says 3am while my bio clock insists it's 9pm. Tuesday was a blur as I crammed 15 lessons worth of signing vocabulary, sentences and passages into my sleep-deprived brain in preparation for the sign language test at night. I had only myself to blame for forgetting to bring my study notes along with me to Italy. The long coach rides around the country could've been used more constructively. Thanks to a combination of jet lag and last minute preparation, I blotched several easy questions. But it's over for now. I can choose to lay down in bed and await a house call from Mr Sandman but there is more urgent matter at hand.
My beloved FuFu the laptop is dying.
As it's coughing up one blue screen after another, I race against time to rescue as many files as I can by transferring them into an external hard drive. Progress is nothing to be desired as the copying process is as fast as a three-legged sloth with its feet in cement. FuFu has also taken on a habit of freezing without warning, which prompted numerous restarts and increasingly frayed nerves. Its fan blows non-stop even at rest and fearing it might overheat, I helped quail its fever by fanning it with a plastic fan my mom got as freebie from an Indian airline.
Thank goodness I have a desktop computer to work on as FuFu's internet connection is also dead. As I'm typing, I'm nearly halfway with backing up my Picture folder. All 10Gb worth of memories that span over 4 years. Let the rest perish but the picture files must stay. I'm a desperate sentimental fool.
Perhaps I can comfort myself that FuFu is not willing to go just yet since it can still read the external drive and transfer a couple of files over before it hangs.
Anyway, back to fanning. Hope that isn't smoke I'm smelling. |
