Came home from work today, PC didn't boot up anymore. After 2 hours of trying everything we could, we had no choice but to do a system restore. The cost: I lost over 100 gigs of mp3s, pictures and movies. Including my nearly finished Ghost in the shell piece :(
"Hey, just draw something, been a while" said an inner voice... I'm so motivated now, really, only spent 30 hours on something so that a technological twist of fate can fuck me over. Isn't life grand?
If I ever catch the asshole who coded the virus that killed my pc, I'll let him eat through a straw for the rest of his long and painful rehabilitation.