FUCK!!!!!!

Goddamn it to hell… fuck… fuck… fuck…

Pardon my French, but I spent a significant portion of the day writing up a blournal entry that started out one way but ultimately wound up becoming a sort-of review (but not really) of all the Glastonbury performances I’ve binge-watched so far. I was so close to finishing it when I hit exit on my draft, only to realise that I hadn’t saved any of my progress since this afternoon, and lost at least 90-95 percent of what I’d written as a result.

Ugh. It’s such an easy mistake to make, but that doesn’t make it any less infuriating.