I love Movable Type 4.0
On behalf of my sanity, I would like to thank Dr. Jerz for upgrading to Movable Type 4.0, because I was up until 4 writing the previous blog entry for my portfolio, which I'm still not finished with, I have another paragraph to go. I was finishing my work for Monday last night after work so I could spend the day today with my WONDERFUL boyfriend, Paul, who proceeds to get up before me this morning and get on my computer. After a while, while I was rolling around in bed in and out of sleep, I realized I'd left the in-progress blog entry open.
OH.
NO.
Yes, he closed the browser.
After bounding out of bed, lighting a cigarette, throwing the lighter across the desk, and telling Paul to get out of my sight, I clicked on "Write Entry" and saw a link that said, "A previous version of this entry has been saved."
Hallelujah, baby, hallelujah.
Paul is alive, I am awake, and we are both happy. I guess I still love him, kinda. :-)
I like that this blog entry is "speaking" in the voice of your sanity. And a giant "phew!" for all.
Yes, I didn't know if I wanted to scream or cry. It's like something clicked in my head while I was in the process of waking up--MY BLOG ENTRY! I don't think I've ever gotten out of bed so fast. I had only gotten about 5 hours of sleep at the time, where he had fallen asleep long before I was done with my work. I started crying before I sat down at the computer for a second but I refuse to let technology upset me that much again, haha. I love that my computer is awesome enough that my uber computer nerd boyfriend uses it so much, but sometimes I just want to put a password lock on the thing. I always have my computer on because it's the last thing I look at when I go to bed and the first thing I look at in the morning, so I leave in-progress work open quite often. Luckily for our relationship Movable Type 4.0 has taken things like this into consideration. ;-)
I'm glad to know I've helped prevent a possible homicide!
I remember I lost a page or so that was destined for my dissertation. I was so depressed by that that I never actually re-wrote it -- I just ducked whatever idea I had been developing at the time. For years, I still knew exactly where in my dissertation that hole was, though thankfully I've forgotten that by now.