[Insert String Of Expletives Here]

I fire myself.

I am taking my electronic toys away from myself and am grounding myself indefinitely.

I am a pitiful excuse for a 21st-century human.


Reason being, I just tried to upload 188 pictures from my digital camera to my computer, but due to my overzealous mouse-clicking, I instead performed the exact opposite of a transfer's purpose and deleted all 188 pictures.


Gone.

All my summer pictures.

My camping pictures, rafting pictures, my once-in-a lifetime moments were barely an hour ago snuggled safely in the depths of my memory chip.


All of them.


Now gone.


FUCK.


I think I will now go downstairs and fling my body into traffic.

***UPDATE!****

So, it finally occurred to me that I do indeed work at a nationally-distributed newspaper, surrounded by all sorts of digital photo techno gadgets and kindly photo editors who know how to use them. And that is how the story of a scatterbrained girl and her camera ends, with the rescue of her photo files by the photo editor in shining armor.

HOORAY!

Here are a couple of my favorites, taken two weeks ago at Utica, a remote lake in the Sierra Nevadas, only a 3.5 hour drive from where I live in San Francisco. This, as my friend Goyo and I agreed on the drive up, has got to be one of the most beautiful, pristine, and lovely spots on the planet. I'm not exaggerating: I've actually been lucky enough to travel widely in my life, so believe me when I say Utica is as perfect as it gets!