Blast, Damn and Hell
Well, fuck.
I finally found a coffee house back home with free wireless that I could go to in order to finish the fecking thesis that would NEVER end. Yes, it's written -- that says nothing about being REVISED.
So I open up my computer (after being told I'll have to MOVE in an hour because there's ONE table large enough to spread out all my shit but I'll have to move because 'large groups come in at 11:30 for a couple hours for lunch.) and realise I had moved all my thesis files to my external harddrive.
ALL of them.
All I have with me are hard copies, all of which I don't know what revision they were.
Blast, Damn and Hell.
ETA: nope. got to move at 11. And my computer doesn't fit on the tables. Grrr...
I finally found a coffee house back home with free wireless that I could go to in order to finish the fecking thesis that would NEVER end. Yes, it's written -- that says nothing about being REVISED.
So I open up my computer (after being told I'll have to MOVE in an hour because there's ONE table large enough to spread out all my shit but I'll have to move because 'large groups come in at 11:30 for a couple hours for lunch.) and realise I had moved all my thesis files to my external harddrive.
ALL of them.
All I have with me are hard copies, all of which I don't know what revision they were.
Blast, Damn and Hell.
ETA: nope. got to move at 11. And my computer doesn't fit on the tables. Grrr...