The Case of the Decimated Hard Drive

Yesterday morning around 11:45am I woke up and went through my usual morning routine.  I pushed aside the various homework assignments that occupy the other half of my queen-sized bed and surveyed the evidence of the night before: 1 crunched up ticket to see Lupe Fiasco, 1 half-eaten piece of Trader Joe's salame, and finally, 1 text message reading "damnit my hand got stuck in the pickle jar and now my bed smells like pickle juice fml."  I clicked the space bar on my MacBook to check and see if Mail Goggles had actually worked for once and possibly finish my episode of Parks and Recreation, when my laptop started clicking.  And blinking an angry-looking grey screen of death, which in MacBook language means, "your hard drive is officially, royally f***ed." And away into the ether went everything I've done in the last two weeks, including my thesis interview with Zoriah, humanitarian photojournalist extraordinaire and the new album "American Ghetto" by Portugal.The Man.  Thanks to MediaFire, I still have it here for you.