Like... many many many months ago. And I fucked something up, cuz I'm a computer-illiterate dumbass (they really need a word for that, like compillate, or techillit, or something) and it all translated itself into code and was lost forever.

And I was quite devastated. Like... very... very upset. I'm still upset about it. Cuz I'm a packrat and I keep everything, even on the computer, and people make fun of me when I do it, but oh well.... Agh. See now I don't feel good.

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr....

Then here's another confession.

One time I was taping junk. I guess once again it's a packrat type thing, cuz I had been traumatized by the recent revamping of our kichen and I was like, I am not losing any more of my house undocumented, so I was taping everything in all of its glory.

Oh my gosh, it's crazy how this all ties in. It's back to the techillit.

Yeah, I accidentally taped over my family's trip to NYC. Right as it scanned up the WTCs and we were about to go for the tour, there's K zooming in on some tacky H household trinket. Yep. I didn't actually know I'd done it though.... My family found it, but they didn't tell me cuz they knew I'd be upset. Except then Wade told me randomly on a family trip just to guilt me like, "at least I didn't..." or some really jerky thing.

Anyways. I don't know what happened to that tape.