Bad bad news. I was making some final additions to my 101 drawings in Photoshop. At 5 in the morning, yeah, it's not like I sleep much anyway. Then Photoshop crashed upon hitting save, on the second of two pages of my 101. My only copy of said file, no backups. Now the .psd file is presumably corrupted, refuses to open, and all the work on it is kaput. I then spent the next 15 minutes in confused, furious silence, cursing myself in my head about not having any backups when I know PS has crashed like this on me before (on very rare occasions), or not finishing the work earlier, or not fragmenting the file into smaller pages instead of having them on two big ones.
The point is: yes, I feel like a gigantic fool. One who possibly would've spent 10 minutes straight shamelessly screaming at his PC if he had no family to wake up.
I am also aware that this sounds like a big cliché excuse for not having my work done by induction day, and that's only frustrating me even more. Seriously, to hell with the kind of people who lie about this stuff, it's already rage-worthy enough as it is. So I get that this is going to cause disbelief.
oh and needless to say, I just made a backup of page one.
I'm not sure what to do now but wait for the repercussions, and prepare to spend all free time I have the next couple of days re-doing the work. Damn it.
In case it wasn't clear before, I'm pretty damn angry about this.