Damn You, Pavlov!

I got home around 7:00PM, and there was a message on my machine from Stu. Actually, I had to rewind the thing three times and crank the volume, because after he says his name (softly), the message disappears and is barely audible.

After calling him back, he tells me he’s grilling out and to grab a six pack and head over. Thankfully, before I can make some excuse about being tired or second-guess myself, I say I’ll be right over.

Prior to this, I had taken out the memory card for my camera, and was getting ready to process the pics I took during the day. A few shots here and there – some neat graffiti, those guys working on that building, and a weird animal on a bike. The usual suspects.

However. As I took the memory card out of the reader and put it into my camera, I began to go through the process I go through every single morning: namely, manually deleting all the images off the card. The instant I cleared it, I yelled out, realizing what I had done.

I deleted everything I took today. :|

I didn’t get a chance to copy them onto my desktop because I figured I’d process them all later on in the evening. But conditioning got the better of me, and my hands moved of their own accord.

Ah well. Most of the images I can get again. And if I’m lucky, I’ll see that bicycle with the pig’s head around the neighborhood.