I just had one of those moments where you mess it up for yourself and then something comes along and makes everything right again. I lost my essay in the bottomless abyss that is my computer.

Here's how strategy is when it comes to unfinished works; I rarely work at the same computer for very long, I've got two at home and a dozen at school to work on, fortunately all of them are connected to the amazing interweb, allowing me to bounce an endless amount of files on my Gmail account (338 MB so far, actually). This eventually lead to disaster yesterday. I fetched my draft of a psychology essay from the mail, what I didn't do was saving it to the hard drive, I hit 'open' instead of 'save', this saves the file to a temporary folder in which it can be in while it's opened by msword. I happily write away until completion, and hit save one last time before going to bed.

The morning after, I look everywhere for my precious file, 'My documents', the desktop, I even search the entire computer with windows' search tool. After giving up I realize that I've had Google desktop running in the background since god-knows-when. a quick search reveals that it had picked up the word document in the temporary folder, all 52 versions of it, in fact (one for every time I've hit 'save').

There was much rejoice.

The mile

This is epic, I never ran a mile (Swedish mile; 10 km) before, but then again, I never tried too hard either. Took me only slightly more than an hour, this made me a little bit suspicious, considering that the last time I tried to run a mile, it took me 56 minutes, and then I stopped running after 7 kilometers. The track must have been longer than the signs said. Fishy.

Preemptive counterattack to anyone laughing at my puny 'hour': I'll probably beat you at fencing...