And there was a story title I didn't recognise. Which gave me quite a turn because, well, I wrote the bloody things in that folder; I may not remember each one at every hour of the day, but surely I ought to remember at least the main theme of one when I look at the title. But in this case, nothing. It was like the mysterious poem I found in my Google Docs ages ago (still no idea wtf that was about). And with the poem, I could totally brush it off: I don't write poetry, so it's safe to assume I didn't write the poem. Not so with a story sitting in a folder on my computer ZOMG.
So I figured I had better stop trying frantically to remember what the story was based on just the title (since it obviously wasn't working) and I opened it, certain that I'd kick myself the minute I saw the opening line.
Well, I did kick myself but not for the reason I had expected to kick myself. It was a H/D one-shot I wrote for a challenge tarie issued way back in January. It was due February 14th or something equally long ago in the past. :S I actually finished it and COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT IT. Now I've re-read it and realised that I somehow managed to miss a teeny subplot that really really wanted to clear some things up for poor Harry and was very sad that I didn't let it. So I am going to rework it and post it, and it will not even be a year late. I hope. >.>
Long story short? If you have a system to organise your shit, don't fuck up the system, because it fucks your shit up.