So, I deleted some files off of my laptop, because I "thought" that I had already transferred all of them over to my desktop. Turns out that never happened. It was just a fabricated memory. I don't think the documents were very important, other than a conversation with Jill that I kept. I don't really read it very often, but it has sentimental value, and I'd just like to know it's like, actually in existence someplace I can find it. But that's gone.
And then all of my music which, again. I thought I transferred it all over to my desktop. It's all gone. And now I feel like a goddamn idiot, and I'm all bummed out. For the Jill convo, and all the music I've downloaded over the past year. And probably some other s**t I forgot about, that I wanted to keep a hold of for some reason or another.
The I-don't-know-what-to-call-this-yet Journal
I'm changing the use of the journal. I'm keeping my old entries because they're special. But I'm not entirely sure what I want to do with the journal, now. "Jill & misc" Writing about Jill. A big point of interest in this chapter of my life. An