The other journal site is working its way to going poof and disappearing.
Wondermuss.
I found out mid December.
Then there was the kicker that there is no export feature (thanks mucho),
so considering I have over 25 years of entries to cut and paste,
I realized it was going to take a massive amount of time to save my thousands of entries, if I could do it all at all.
But fear not, I thought to myself.
I work on the educational calendar.
I had two weeks off to work my little fingers to the bone
and salvage my written past.
Two weeks, I was fairly grumpy about the thought of having to use my winter break
doing major clerical work, but I just might be able to pull it off.
And so I started.
Then the site went poof on me when I had only pulled off a couple of months.
It had taken hours of work, but I've lost my past too often not to make a good effort.
When the site went down, I thought, maybe it's not gone yet.
Maybe it will come back up.
I stopped checking back after the third day of break.
It just pissed me off every time the "unavailable" screen told me to go screw myself.
If the site was gone and with it all my writings,
well, there didn't seem to be a thing I could do about it.
Suck it up, Buttercup.
Try to make peace with the loss, abandon hope, and move on.
I've done it too many times before not to know harping on such things
just makes it worse.
But, weeks later, I decided to finger the wound one more time.
I typed in the damnable site's page and,
to my massive surprise, there it was.
Yay, sort of,
because, yes, I may be able to scrape some of my memories off the site,
but I don't know that it's going to be possible to get it all in time,
So it's 4-thirty in the morning and I have been up all night.
The sheer volume of my babblings is daunting now that the time is so much shorter
than I had been planning.
I've only saved a couple of months and I'm just bitching about it here
as a palate cleanser before I give up and head bedward.
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