USB Powered Depression

As I sit at my desk eating my chicken sammich (sammich = sandwich for those of you who don’t know me in person), I reflect on the fact that I should probably be doing something.  Like posting on my websites.  So here I am.  Typing.  Type… type.. type.

For those of you who noticed that there was an update over at A Little Scary (don’t get excited, it wasn’t a comic), you will already know why I’m all whiny and depressed.  I’ll give you the short version: I keep all my data on a USB drive and it decided to get lost a little over a month or so ago.  Yes I had backups but with everything going on in my life the backup schedule went forgotten.  So everything I made, wrote, created from Halloween to present day  is gone including stuff for ALS.

If anyone happened to find a small blue and black swivel case 4GB drive laying around, I would be very grateful if you let me know.  I don’t even need it back.  I would be happier just knowing that all the personal data and intellectual property on that little drive were destroyed at this point instead of in the hands of the evil and nefarious.  Not to say that if someone wanted to return the drive to me intact I wouldn’t bounce off the walls with joy, but that’s not too likely now is it?

So yeah, big deal right?  Just get the backup and start recreating and just move on.  Yeah.  I know.  I will.  But it just came at a really bad time and other things had gone missing as well and there were other difficulties in my life and I think I just focused it all onto the loss of that little chunk of plastic, silicone and metal.  That USB drive became the catalyst for everything else that was going on at the time.  So instead of just taking what I did have and moving forward, I retreated.  I stopped making comics, I stopped posting on my sites…  all very trivial in the grand scheme of things of course.  I see that. If it hadn’t been the drive then it probably would have been something else.

But I think I’m over it now.  The chicken sammich is gone and I’m chasing it down with some Berries ‘N Cream yogurt.  It’s not bad.

I guess my point is this: Everyone needs to break down every once in a while and evaluate what is really bothering them.  Especially people like who tend to internalize everything and bottle up their emotions and never let anyone see what’s actually going on.  After a while, I seem to keep myself from seeing what’s actually going on as well.  I’m sure I’m not the only one who does that.  But the key is that once you figure out what the problem is then you have to either fix it or accept it and move on or that shit will eat you from the inside out.  Seriously.  And you may not even realize that its happening.

I got some work to do.