May. 9th, 2006

bardic_lady: (epilogue)
Worked on UPSStage M! Themes for next year. Eight pages of songs later, I'm going to try to sleep until I can go to ResNet for help. My whole body hurts. This is why tension is bad.
bardic_lady: (Default)
Resnet won't help. Fuck them.
bardic_lady: (goldfish)
Hard drive is with someone who, hypothetically, can recover the data. The words "attrition", "Sector 0", and "partition table" are being tossed around. I really don't know that any of those things mean, except that lack of partition table is very very bad. The implication is that all the data is still present, it just needs to be recovered in a specific, and likely complicated, way. Apparently, Linux may be the key. Am FREAKING OUT. Have decided to try hard labour to fight the hysteria that's threatening. What did I do to deserve this?
bardic_lady: (goldfish)
Fuckyfuckfucks.

Okay. I'm using data recovery software right now that I think is going to find my files. I'll pull the final papers and then the rest will have to sit until I can find somewhere else to put it. Cause it has to be pulled off and then the drive gets reformatted and then it all goes back on again. So...Anybody have 67 free gigs running around?
bardic_lady: (Default)
It's official. The papers aren't there. I have to go recreate about twenty pages of writing now. And cry a lot.

Bye.

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I Cannot Hide What I Am

I must be sad when I have cause and smile
at no man's jests, eat when I have stomach and wait
for no man's leisure, sleep when I am drowsy and
tend on no man's business, laugh when I am merry and
claw no man in his humour...
I had rather be a canker in a hedge than a rose in
his grace, and it better fits my blood to be
disdained of all than to fashion a carriage to rob
love from any: in this, though I cannot be said to
be a flattering honest man, it must not be denied
but I am a plain-dealing villain. I am trusted with
a muzzle and enfranchised with a clog; therefore I
have decreed not to sing in my cage. If I had my
mouth, I would bite; if I had my liberty, I would do
my liking: in the meantime let me be that I am and
seek not to alter me.

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