So.

Awesomely enough, my computer picked this weekend to have some kind of enormous flailing shitfit and commit ritual suicide. Or something like that. I spent yesterday trying to handle the internet withdrawal, with moderate amounts of success, and today managed to learn enough about burning CDs and ISO files from my sister to get Knoppix working, so that I wouldn't have to keep borrowing B's computer (which I did this morning for the sake of the aforementioned learning).

At first, I was definitely freaking out, but now that I have some semblance of functionality again, if not access to any of my files (either there's something really wrong with my hard drive, or the crash kept Windows from marking the hard drive as no longer in use, because I can't mount it from Knoppix), I feel quite a bit calmer. If it does turn out to be a complete catastrophic meltdown, I'll definitely rue the loss of fics in progress, pictures, and stuff like that - but on the other hand, a lot of my writing is backed up on Google Docs, and everything else I can probably do without. The biggest thing would be the loss of absolutely all of my thesis data; objectively sucky, yes, but ... to be honest, I never really wanted to do a thesis in the first place. I mean, given that I'm supposed to do one because I'm in the Honors College, I'm very happy with the topic and all, but if I had had a choice, I'd never have done it; I'm not at all married to the idea of graduating with College Honors, which is what the thesis will (if successfully defended) earn me.

... Now I'm going to get myself half-hoping everything got trashed, and then if it turns out to be recoverable, I'm going to be all bummed. Oh, brain.