Day Books: May 4, 1994 (Wed) 4:36 AM Drum Hill DND

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Gee, and I thought I was depressed when I made the last entry!!!

After making the last entry, I was able to RESCUE the disk with the disk I made for the Norton AntiVirus ... it was the partition records that had been trashed, and a few of the lowest tracks. Spent the rect of the night reinstalling Windows, WordPerfect and a few other things ... lost about 60 files out of 700+ ... no big whoop.

The new drive arrived yesterday, and I got it installed with no problems ... moved all of the "system" and Windows applications from G: to the new C: and still have 120Mb on the new partition. When I moved all of the grafix files from G: to D: (so they'd be on the WP disk), I found that I only had 50Mb left in the 220Mb partition, so I moved the subdirectories with the unused files back to G: as the "backup/slush", and now I have 90Mb free on the word processing disk.

All of that having been said, here's the bad news ... Paul Flannery has decided to sell the place. He told me last Wednesday, and I've been in a funk ever since. People have been by to look at it already, and there's a sign outside. Realtors are coming by in the a.m. to look at it ... the owner had the kid come by to clean up the yard over the weekend, and I almost panicked until he told me that they were paying for it, because I really didn't have the money to pay him.

I went into a purple funk after he told me, and it hasn't gotten any better. Talked to the folks over the weekend, and don't know if they noticed that I was crying. Since I will have to move, it doesn't matter where I go, so I have expanded my job search to outside of the state. I've been getting the Sunday paper for the last few weeks and FAXing resumes, so now I'm sending them as far away as Colorado and California. So far, I've only heard from headhunters and contract people.

This depression is verging on suicidal ... Brian won't be back from Mexico City until this weekend, so I have no one's shoulder to cry on what I'd like to do is buy a bottle of bourbon, get drunk, and crash, but I don't want to do it alone, and I'd rather not do it in the cottage (leave the rest of the bottle with him).

The only bright spot is that Bill Turcotte wants to fly me out to Chicago for an interview the end of next week ... he'd like to set up an East Coast office, but he'd rather I came out there. I'd have to give up Wiz Worx, or at least the IGES portion of it, but that's a dying business anyway. I made a $500 sale to the FAA for a Site License, and the check is In The Mail, but it's still not enough to pay next month's rent. Pop sent me $2,000 to pay for two month's rent, but I'm down to less than $100 after paying the bills.

Brian said that I should write letters to my creditors, and I've been putting that off, but I should really do that Real Soon Now. I'm sitting here drinking coffee, so I doubt that I'll sleep tonight.

Well, it's starting to get light out ... better hit the road before I get caught in the early morning rush hour.

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