i went to my psychiatrist three months ago to request a limited prescription of klonopin for emergency keith-related situations.
i took one this morning, since the possibility of losing all of my brother’s recent text messages seemed to fit this description, and i really didn’t want the mac guy to have to experience a fruitless temper tantrum. plus, to paraphrase wendy chun, we spend so much time bemoaning the internet’s archiving capabilities, when most of us are more likely to experience the opposite problem: the loss of what we were trying to keep. no matter what was about to happen, i hoped that the klonopin would help me be more philosophical about the situation.
marc met me at the apple store, where he said that he had planned the narrative he was going to give to tech support, since narrative, timelines, and discussions that don’t involve multiple tangents to explain anything there might be to know about people involved in any given scenario, and how they are related to each other and other people entirely, all details which may or may not be related to the event at hand, are not really my strong suit.
this narrative is kind of long and rambling already. suffice to say: my brother’s texts were restored. they are supposedly backed up in two places, but i am still going through and screenshotting everything important tonight. i wish i could tell you more about what i mean by this; i can’t.
they couldn’t fix my camera, or even (expensively) upgrade me to the higher-quality iphone, because there were no more in stock. get it together, apple. i’m still going to try to get the new one before the honeymoon, though. the last twelve or so hours without instagram to sooth me via scrolling, posting, and notifications have been a little excruciating.