So last weekend I managed to fubar my computer’s registry beyond repair. Fubar as in Fucked Up Beyond All Repair. Of course, the “R” can also stand for “Reason.”
I messed up the registry so badly that I’m going to have to do a clean reinstall of Windows 10 — or Windows 8.1, since 10 was a free update. I’ll probably be able to reinstall the free Windows update using the Media Installation Tool. I bought a usb copy because I can’t burn the free tool for myself at the moment, and honestly, such a disc should be given with the computer. I shouldn’t have to spend extra money to reinstall something I already bought (as in Windows 8, not 10). Whatever happened to a computer actually coming with physical software discs?
While I did backup a lot of my writing — including The Prince of Qorlec and its book covers — I’m still going to lose a shitload of stuff. So much stuff, I can’t even deal right now.
Just know that I’m very very depressed.
I was so happy and content prior to this happening, that as soon as it happened I thought, “There must be a god somewhere and they just don’t want me to be happy.”
Because some stupid shit like this always happens when I’m happy. Nothing in my life can ever just go right.
To be perfectly honest, I was thinking for a long time of just quitting. As in writing. As in Kindle. As in the whole she-bang. I been thinking of just saying “fuck it” and not bothering anymore. And because I love lists, here is a list of reasons why: