I am struggling to get my outside door open, it's midnight. The stairs to my room are against my parents bedroom wall. I am carrying to packages and a limp plate of dessert. The heavier burden slips out of my fingers, and out tumbles two books, my knitting and my 1 terabyte external HD Aka Externalness. It all makes a larger clattering noise and I add Oh Sh*t to the clamor. Only two thoughts go through my head, "So sorry mom and dad, and NO my last HD died rolling around the backseat of my car with the printer, not this one too."
After picking collecting the contents of my bag, I realize the stand for the HD is missing. Then I walk into find all the chicken I fed the cat last night didn't sit well with him.
I attempt to turn on my computer just to have it shut off twice after about 2 seconds. I manage to un-stick the button, and test out my hard drive. Which works!!
I went to take my dessert to the fridge then I walked into the attic ladder which never got put back after they extracted the decorations.
It was a long 10 minutes. Which thankfully is all over!