This morning when I unpacked my bag at the WAM base, I discovered that my USB was no longer connected to my lanyard of keys and swipe cards. Somewhere between the journey home last night, and the trek across the sunny campus this morning, my USB had made a break for freedom. Perhaps it took a fancy to finding a new home in the succulent gardens. Or perhaps it had decided to start a new life in the waters of the River Torrens, traversing the murky depths in search of adventure. This was a slight misadventure, as this USB contained all my research and writing for National Music Camp…including for our first major deadline, in three and a half hours. My heart rate rose and my breathing quickened as I emptied the contents of my bag across the table, seeking the past three and a half days’ work.
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