So Craig and I loaded up my busted portable hard drive today to see what it sounded like to him and it made a whole new series of sounds. I don’t know if they’re better or worse, but it’s at least changing. Fuck, for a second I thought it was acutally mounting, but then it just sat and spun for a long time. I don’t know whether to get my hopes up or not.

Fuck you, hard drive, you made me love you so much, and now I have nothing but hate for you.