04.09.01
You never realize how wonderful and powerful your cookies make you until they are gone. I find myself going to websites, only to be thwarted by the fact that not only do I not know my password, but I'm not even sure which account name I use there.
I could be the kind of person who writes stuff down, but I'm not. I don't know the email addresses of anyone that I correspond with in that fashion, because they were all in my Outlook address book.
I don't know how to make the computer stop prompting me for a Microsoft Network password when Windows boots up. I don't believe I am actually on a MS Network, but maybe I am and just don't know it.
If I had a brain in my head, I would have written down the static IP address that the nice man at @home covertly gave me, so that I wouldn't have to rely on the inconsistent connectivity of their assigned IP hub thingymajig.
And no, I can't remember who was on my damn ICQ list. I'm trying to rebuild it, but I suck.
Man, this system meltdown came at a bad time. I wasn't prepared.
And if your address was in my Outlook address book, and you suddenly experience the victimization of a virus that eats your start-up files and forces you to reformat your hard drive and reinstall everything of any importance to you, I have NOTHING to do with it. I swear.
