I held a little miracle in my hands today.

( Prelude )

"Oh, that's your hard drive."

I almost dropped it. Like, I jumped and fumbled for a brief second. Seriously, it was a little like what I imagine a surgeon holding a human heart must feel. Forget about breathing again; I just stared in wonder. It's no longer than the tips of my fingers to my wrist and no wider than my palm, and only slightly thicker than my hand, yet it's thirty gigabytes of pictures and word documents and bookmarks and fic and my life. In my hand. It looked so small to mean so much, you know? I stared and stroked and didn't realize he was waiting for it until I shook my head out of my reverent daze and gave it back.

Okay, someone please tell me that didn't make me sound as pathetic as I feel. But, Douglas! My boy is whole and well again, and as the repairman assured me, in excellent condition for being three years old. *hugs him tight*

In other news, ( can I not feel ready for Challenge? )

None of which constitutes anything one could call an actual problem. Also, the boys are performing together, and I'm rather fond of the national anthem, and a good chunk of the people I love will be here, so mostly, I'm gonna shut up, finish reading the journal I currently have open, and go do some sit-ups.

The soundtrack to Prisoner of Azkaban is making me mist up here. *sigh* Remus Lupin, you so own me.