But lo, a miracle.
There, sitting in a little bag that I used to keep in my purse containing lip gloss and safety pins and other sundries was a flash drive that I popped into my computer and ALL OF MY PICTURES AND WRITINGS WERE THERE!!!!!!!! Oh Sweet Land of Liberty! I am not an idiot after all! I am a genius! I just can't remember being a genius, that's all.
Things that were lost but are now found include this picture of a sunset on the edge of the Sahara:
and this dead pope interned for all to see at the Vatican
and me convincing this bird to not peck my eyes out because I had had a really rough night
And snippets from little stories that include
"You don't think a man of Hemingway's inclination and disposition would need a pair of warm socks from time to time? A man with such vices as his would certainly have poor blood circulation."
"Share your mutant power of getting rid of your own zits only if it manifests itself in a more profound way. Like, say, getting rid of other people's zits."
Treasures, I tell you. To me, at least. Oh, I was heartbroken for a long time and now I am not.