A Tale of Tragedy and Triumph

So there I sat, inspired by the sight of an ASCII cow I had decided to throw caution to the winds and partition my hard drive. As it hummed and whirred away, I sat in silence waiting for a message of failure or destruction, and yet none came. In scarcely one half of an hour my hard drive was partitioned and I was well on my way to a Linux world. I ran the installation paying careful attention to each selection, each warning lest a small error on my part spell doom for the contents of my digital domain. All the selections were made, all the buttons were pushed, I was beyond the point of no return. The thin orange bar made it's way slowly but surely to the right. As it came further and further I was heartened by the lack of any message of deletion or removal. In the last stretch a small series of packages were deleted, but surely nothing important. The bar reached its culmination, the screen darkened and window appeared with the message that the machine must restart. I agreed to this common request and with a whirring goodbye the Ubuntu disk came out of my computer for the last time. I switched to more magic and once again the flicker of my screen appeared but this time a question was asked: Do you want to run Ubuntu or Windows Vista? Well I was fairly confident that Ubuntu was there but there was always the possibility that something had gone wrong with windows so with a few taps of my keyboard I opened Vista. But no Vista was no more. It had died a horrible death. Windows.exe could not be found. With my shoulders slumped and my head hung low I trudged upstairs to deliver the awful news to my father. At first he appeared incredulous as if he did not believe me but then after staring at my heartbroken face he realized that this was no joke this was no pun this was the sad and balefull truth. His first reaction was to blame Ubuntu, that it had some how lied about it's duel booting ability, but then a spark of life returned to his eyes for he knew the location of the Windows Installation disk. A flicker of hope returned to my soul and I inserted the disk into the black encasing of our tower. Soon I was pressing any button to run from DVD and the familiar windows logo was seen hoverning in th center of the screen. Aftrer several false starts I believed that I had finnaly goten it and restarted the computer for the ninth time that night. At first nothing appeared, a black screen hung there like a curtain for much longer than normal and I could feel the previous rush of exileration seeping away into a pit of despair. And then when all hope seemed lost the familiar Windows tune rang forth from my apeakers. New hope blosomed indside me and it was rewarded beyond all expectations. Not only had windows been sucsesfully reinstalled but it seemed that nothing had been lost. No program was missing no file misplaced. Twas truely a miricle. And at that point my thoughts returned to Linux. Had my new Ubuntu survived the reinstallation of Windows? Could I have possibly sucseeded? With the tenth restart of the night I found out. Their was Ubuntu, untouched and untarnished. I had sucseeded. Everything was as planned and now I have been awake for 22 hours. Time for some sleep.