I finally found the inspiration today to finish editing the short film some friends and I shot in Maryland last Christmas (it's about the worst psychiatrist ever). It's ten minutes exactly, and I think it's pretty hilarious. I finished just as my mom came home from work, at which point we went into Mt. Airy to try out the new Mexican restaurant, which was quite tasty.
But that's where the good vibes ended.
When I got home, I tried to reopen the project so I could watch it again and do some more nitpicky tweaks, only Final Cut wouldn't open. I tried everything (restarting the computer, opening an "auto save" version, disconnecting then reconnecting the hard drive), but some invisible wall is keeping me from getting back into the program.
I love technology.
Jane seems to think I might have to reinstall a new FC and at that point everything will be okay (if it's not I'm going to hang myself), but even if that is the antidote I was still planning on doing some serious editing tonight and tomorrow. Awesome.
Making matters worse is the realization that for the first time in a month I don't have a Netflix on my person. I guess I'll just have to finish the staggeringly brilliant book I'm reading (more on that when I actually finish it) and maybe do some writing.
Oh, woe is I...