7 for 7.30

is there a word to describe that sickening feeling when you realize that you've absent-mindedly handed a perfect stranger a noose to hang you with? because at around 6.50 this evening i stepped out into the cool air after a crazy but satisfying day and realized that i'd given my old laptop to the new new guy and he'd been working on it all day... and i hadn't yet disconnected my dropbox with all of my ultra-personal information on it.

it doesn't help me to know that if i get screwed, i'll know who to blame. not disconnecting my account before giving it to him was one of the dumbest and most irresponsible things i have ever done in my entire life.

i might not have made that mistake if i hadn't been running around like a headless chicken all day. between configuring my mac and long planning sessions, and a super-omg-crazy-important meeting with the ceo about my future in the company, i simply didn't think about what i was doing and i really, really hope i don't end up paying for it :(

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so i turned around and went back inside to belatedly remove all the data. the laptop's touchpad was locked (i didn't know there was a button for that!) and windows was giving me a super-hard time by dragging its feet so what should have taken five minutes took about ten.

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then i received an sms that made me feel totally crap: godmother had moved dinner forward half an hour and i hadn't noted it, so i would've been late anyway. and that's to top off her making pasta especially for pg and with my having assumed that pg wasn't invited because i'm going there to help her with something technical.