In which it’s not where I thought it was.

When I went to The Ex’s earlier this week, I got my external USB HD and pulled my other drive right out of my old computer. Today I settled down with Truck’s laptop, my enclosure, the hard drives, and a screwdriver to reunite myself with my long-lost data.

Well, most of what I thought was on those drives isn’t there. The partitioned drive that usually lives in the USB enclosure has files from Indianapolis on it, mainly – all stuff I absolutely do not need ever again – and the drive out of my tower seems to be conspicuously lacking all of the graphics files I was hoping were there.

Which means most of the data I was hoping for was on my work machine when I got laid off last year. I thought I’d backed up the important stuff, but I can’t find it now.

In other news, The Curse is here so I went to Walmart and bought chocolate and a nightgown, and I will be in my room for the rest of the weekend.