The other day, I woke up to see this ⃠ on my iMac. So I googled, and the internet told me to cmd+R after startup, run Disk Utility to restore from my Time Machine backup (thankfully only a few hours old), and all would be well.

It is not. My computer rebooted, but it rebooted into the Windows partition I had created so I could keep playing the Delicious games. MacOS had disappeared completely.

So I went back to Disk Utility, I deleted everything, and I reinstalled Sequoia from scratch. Or I tried. Three times. And every time, it got a little further, but always ended in error. #702, to be precise.

I broke down and called Apple. They took my error code and put me on hold, off to look it up in a card catalogue no doubt, and returned with bad news:

This is probably a hardware problem, not a software problem. This is probably something that requires me to carry this GIANT 27" computer into the store so a Genius can open it up.

(On a humorous tangent, I used to work at this Apple store where I'll be taking my computer, and they ghosted me when I reapplied for this holiday season.)

So I didn't stream this morning, and I haven't been able to make the Puzzmo videos I had planned, or start scanning submissions for the XOXO zine, and there's nothing specifically stopping me from using my laptop, except that I already had everything setup on my iMac. That's the entire purpose of having a desktop computer—to do the big stuff. I don't even have all my apps downloaded on my laptop.

That's where I am right now. It's just one more thing, on top of a lot of other things that have got me down at this moment. I haven't had a good month, for no real reason, except a lot of little reasons that are making me depressed more than usual.

I was gonna wash my sheets this weekend. Instead, I think I'm going back to bed.