It fucking figures
How pleasant it is to wander down to the tech lab four days before a coursework deadline and say to oneself, "hey, I'll just finish this protools stuff now so I can focus on practicing for that stupid exam on Thursday and start my Indie Studies coursework and a story for the Writers Guild anthology" only to discover that my trusty data key isn't so trusty anymore because it's decided to lose all my audio files.
Great.
Just fucking great.
Now, instead of having half of my coursework done like I thought, I have none of it done. Can you think of anything more swell? No wonder my mind was telling me all this time to go do another recording.
Now, excuse me while I go sit in a corner and cry.
Great.
Just fucking great.
Now, instead of having half of my coursework done like I thought, I have none of it done. Can you think of anything more swell? No wonder my mind was telling me all this time to go do another recording.
Now, excuse me while I go sit in a corner and cry.