Panic Attack

I have not posted for a few days because my hard drive died. These words should inspire as much terror in your heart as, say, the abominable snowman.

I was at Paradise Bakery, minding my own business, and working on a paper. All of a sudden, the computer stops working. I am mildly annoyed, so I try restarting it. Instead of the pleasant sound of my computer starting up I am greeted with the blue screen of death and a flashing question mark. It is as if the computer is yelling "WTF???" at me.

I hastily gather up all of my belongings and make a bee line for the Apple store at Arrowhead. After waiting my turn for the technician, he unceremoniously removes my hard drive and plugs it in to some device. He then pauses, looks at me, and says "I regret to inform you that your hard drive is no longer with us."

AHHHHH.

The long and short of it is that I now have to go buy a new hard drive. I have no idea what to do. The hard drives are kept in the forbidden isle of Best Buy where all of the stuff I don't understand how to use is housed. The man from the Apple store had given me fairly specific instructions on what to buy, along with some rudimentary instructions on how to replace the hard drive.

I am definitely doubting my capabilities at this point. But I am going to attempt it anyway. Low and behold, I am able to get the new hard drive installed.

One of the most stressful days EVER.