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Life just kicked me in the ass. Hard.
In a nutshell, I'm a huge idiot. After ever-so-responsibly writing one page a day of my div III (thesis for all of you non-hamps), saving, with backups, every 2-3 paragraphs, I still managed to fuck myself over. I finished the first chapter. It was a beautiful site to see. When double spacing, I must have hit something while the bottom half of the paper was highlighted, and it must have deleted before I realized it. So, without realizing that half of the paper was gone, I saved it as a final copy on word and in all of my backups.
Upon realizing this unfortunate series of events, I went through the steps of mourning: shock, denial, hysterical crying, depression, acceptance, lonliness. Seriously, the way I was flipping out you would have thought someone had died. Most of the day, when I wasn't being a T.A., was spent being miserable on the couch downstairs, plaguing my modmates with my sad, sad story (sorry, guys).
Luckily, I have a techie boyfriend who is wonderful to me, who has spent a lot of time tonight trying to recover the files. Total booty points. So far, there has been some success-- not the full draft of the paper, but only minus two or three pages (keep in mind, the first time I finished the paper my computer froze and I lost the 2-3 pages. I will now be writing them for a third time.) I can deal with that.
The horrible irony in this is that I haven't been a jackass while writing my div iii-- This is not the usual no-doz induced paper writing extravanganza it usually it. And what happened? I ruined it.
::le sigh::
In a nutshell, I'm a huge idiot. After ever-so-responsibly writing one page a day of my div III (thesis for all of you non-hamps), saving, with backups, every 2-3 paragraphs, I still managed to fuck myself over. I finished the first chapter. It was a beautiful site to see. When double spacing, I must have hit something while the bottom half of the paper was highlighted, and it must have deleted before I realized it. So, without realizing that half of the paper was gone, I saved it as a final copy on word and in all of my backups.
Upon realizing this unfortunate series of events, I went through the steps of mourning: shock, denial, hysterical crying, depression, acceptance, lonliness. Seriously, the way I was flipping out you would have thought someone had died. Most of the day, when I wasn't being a T.A., was spent being miserable on the couch downstairs, plaguing my modmates with my sad, sad story (sorry, guys).
Luckily, I have a techie boyfriend who is wonderful to me, who has spent a lot of time tonight trying to recover the files. Total booty points. So far, there has been some success-- not the full draft of the paper, but only minus two or three pages (keep in mind, the first time I finished the paper my computer froze and I lost the 2-3 pages. I will now be writing them for a third time.) I can deal with that.
The horrible irony in this is that I haven't been a jackass while writing my div iii-- This is not the usual no-doz induced paper writing extravanganza it usually it. And what happened? I ruined it.
::le sigh::