{ now I'm the proudest monkey you've ever seen. }

[delga]

I need a brain break, hence the update. I'm in the library working on my dissertation. Of course. So, so close. I've finally cracked the introduction (I knew what I wanted to say, it just wasn't in the right order) and I'm about to write and edit-to-death a conclusion. After that I'll check the argument actually runs all the way through the whole 8k, and read it out loud to The Flatmate (so I can check for sense/spelling mistakes). AND THEN I'M DONE.

I hope.

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Here, let me recount for you two totally HILARIOUS things what have happened to me today. You know. If by 'hilarious' you actually mean KIND OF HORRIFYING.

Firstly: hahahaha, GUESS why I've been SUPER CRANKY recently? Thank you, body, for deciding to fuck me over during this particular deadline. Yeah. That was totally awesome of you. Except NOT. For a moment there I was all a-flail because I brought a different bag than usual today and I didn't think I had anything on me. Except: phew, I'm a total genius (read: anal to the point of pain) - I have apparently pre-stocked all of my bags with emergency supplies. Go me!

Secondly... okay, I'm just going to cut and paste the email I sent to The Flatmate* because I really can't repeat that any better.

OH GOD. The part that I forgot to mention - so, I'm working away, la di daaa, and then suddenly Word crashes. Which, you know, whatever, it does that - it also autosaves, and I save whatever I've typed automatically. So I just go to open the file again from my usb and IT'S NOT THERE. Like. It's gone. I unhide the hidden files and when I open the hidden temporary file, it only shows me the contents page. CUE MY FREAKING OUT.

So I checked the version I have on the laptop but the last 1k I'd written I'd only saved to disk, not to the harddrive. I was going to have to do it again, motherfucker. DIE WORLD DIE.

Except I decided to try the usb temp file again (because before it crashed I watched the fucking program save the whole damn thing in an anally retentive manner; this computer and I are synced at the brain sometimes, I swear) and PHEW the temp file loads the whole thing. No losses.

Suffice to say I am now saving three copies of the file - usb, harddrive, and internet. No fucking way am I losing it AGAIN.

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ON A BIKE. ON A PENNYFARTHING. Holy bovine. I'd be much happier if I could write this by hand. But knowing my luck my bag would SPONTANEOUSLY COMBUST.

(*) Her only concern today is that she's finished season 3 of Lost and has to wait for me to go back to the house before she can start on season 4 (which is currently on my usb). If only all our tragedies were so EPIC. Kd, I hearts her totally.

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I feel like Dave Matthews' Proudest Monkey was totally written for me.