This day, a day spent leaving it as it is
Yesterday, I asked my staff K-san to buy 1 piece of something called miniSD card for me
You know, it's the one that looks kinda like a 2cm-or-so width miniature floppy disk. My own alias name for it is "Licca-chan's Floppy"(That sounds very sweet)
For the past few months I was thinking I really just had to get a SD card, along with feeling silly and dizzy by thought of going to a large electric goods store just to buy a piece of that tiny little thing.
Finally I got my very first SD card!!
Why didn't you ask it earlier x
Congratulations! o
I always sent the images taken by my ke-tai to my pc mail account each time when moving them to my computer. I realized myself that I'd been doing something that's much more of a bother than going to an electric goods store. Sure.
To throw off such a painful memory, I ripped open it! And thrust the shiny SD card into the drive on the side of my ke-tai!
Yaaaah!
. . . Huh? I felt something strange?
It's almost inside the ke-tai! Yaa!
. . .
Uh . . . an emergency came up.
It just wouldn't move at all even with all my might . . . I saw a part of the SD card sticking out a little bit . . . And it seemed like, the sticking-out part looked slanted . . . Just imagination, I guess . . .
Hmm. Putting any more load on my ke-tai leaving the slanted-card part unrepaired could be fatal . . .
I - I have no choice!! MISSION ABORT! MISSION ABORT!
Withdraw immediately!
Sir, is this what's called a catch-22 situation?
Why could I possibly be this decisive, when trying something for the first time plus handling a delicate part? (Kaasan Doushite~ Aahhh~)
I also can't close the drive lid because the card is sticking out . . .
The lid opening at an angle of ca. 80 degrees, and edge of the poor SD card clearly abandoned in the middle of something. This day, a day being spent leaving it as it is.
Gotta use it hiding "the dangerous zone" in my hand in the meantime, as someone would say "Hikaru-chan, something is sticking out of your ke-tai" if he/she saw this . . .
Umm what am I supposed to do for . . . this . . .