Last night I'd had enough of my iPad giving me an error message for a particular email account, so I deleted the email account from the device. All attempts to fix it previously hadn't worked, so I yielded. Stupid me.
Apparently Mr Potato Head, apparently.
See, said email was linked to the notes application on my iPad, A little detail I didn't realise. It appears that I had two email accounts linked to the notes on my iPad, and I happened to delete the one that had been recording all my notes for the past year and a half.
So not only did I delete notes from work seminars, meetings, writing groups, courses, and festivals. I also lost a chapter I intended to add to Buried Alive, as well as some new projects I've been working on.
All of it gone, forever. How does this make me feel? Let's analyse that...
At this point, I'm just going to sit in my little plastic tub like Jesse Pinkman and peculate. AFTER I burn the device that caused all my problems.
Fucking fuck.




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