And here, I thought I’d gotten the computer back to normal over the weekend. Apparently I didn’t and I’ve lost all the work I did. It’s come to this: reinstalling OS X tonight to get a jump on this arduous task before this weekend. I’ve lost all my email…again. All my customizations…again. Luckily, I finally smartened up and printed out the various registration codes this time, instead of simply storing them in my email.

The refusal of Neo Office to open this morning (and it was a brand new install from this weekend) should have tipped me off something was terribly amiss. So should have the fact I had to pry a disk from the disk drive this morning and the fact the machine wouldn’t boot up if all my periphrials were attached. Oh, and tonight, when my iPod wasn’t recognized as being registered to this particular computer, I got that sick feeling in my gut. But when I opened up Apple Mail and was prompted to enter my email account information, I knew the gig was up and I’d have to bite the bullet.

Seriously. I didn’t buy a Mac for this. Macs are supposed to be stable. Stable. Stable. Not like Windows. I should stop my bitching, though and be thankful all my important files have been backed up (namely my address book, my banking spreadsheet, and my resume, although none does fuck all now, and won’t until I get this fixed…oh, and of course, my ever-growing and extensive picture collection of classic movie actresses).

Believe it or not, I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time, a clean install of OS X.

But I wanted to do it on my terms. Not the computer’s.