Projected Doom
The descent into madness began yesterday. Actually it has its origins on Sunday. I have been working on this Electronic Imaging video project a bit. By the time I finished up Monday night around 2:00 I had spent probably 6 hours working on this assignment. In reality I should have put in more like 10 hours or work for it, but I am always a little behind with these things. So I am working on this big Photoshop file, that has pretty much every element for the video contained in it, during class Tuesday morning. At the end of class I do my final save of the file onto my extrernal Hard-Drive and lo, Photoshop freezes. Several minutes of waiting convinced me to Force Quit photoshop and even unplug my hard-drive without being able to cleanly unmount it. When the drive was plugged back in, surprise, file-size is Zero KB. No photoshop file there. Six hours of work, gone. Backups! Backups! Backups!
So that pretty much ruined the rest of my morning. No disc recovery tool could find the file, I would have to start over. I left work a couple hours early, went to the lab, and stayed there until 7pm. At 7 Becca invited me over to her house and had prepared a delicious supper of Parmesan Potato soup for me. Becca is the most awesome fiancé in the entire world. Tuesday night is supposed to be our date night each week. She totally understood and helped me out when I was panicked and upset about this project. She even came into the lab after supper and spent the rest of the night with me helping out a ton on my script and staying with me late into the night again. But with her help we didn’t stay as late as could have happened. By 1 am we were done with the script the graphics layout, and had recorded all of the narration.
So tonight I will be in the lab for many hours actually putting this thing into After Effects and animating it. Which is actually supposed to be the challenging point of this little assignment.
Anyways, today I woke up and feel much better about everything. I feel refreshed and ready to go for the day. Work , school, anything. My mind, or the coffee, may just be fooling me into thinking I am fine though. Sometimes I think I can feel my blood pulsing through the vessels in my skin. That might be a sign that I am tired.