That's entirely a metaPHOR* -- my disks are fine.
Another non-event hour has passed without my noticing it. The last 2 or 3 years I was asleep. This year I was playing a computer game. Yup, everyone I know is off at a party or something. Jeff is off to a party at Martha's house. Housemate James is who knows where. Jason and Amanda are somewhere watching some TV personality do the new year thing. Everyone's partying, like they're supposed to. A digit changes in our time representation, and people feel the need to make a big deal about it. Oh well.
Actually, I think that I won't bother writing about the lost inode topic. It'd just be more boring junk about lonliness. You know, most of my journal is boring crap like that. It's tempting to go delete it all. But no, it is my duty as a philosopher to be as open as I possibly can. Hmm. I was going to try to be clever with using PHOR in clever ways. But, I forgot how I was going to try to be clever. I guess that happens when you use IRC too much while writing a journal.