I had a bad day

Well that title is not entirely true. I spent my day, for the most part, with the dead. Morbid, I know. But if you me, you know thats my way. It kind of bothers me, how cliche "arty punk girl digs hanging out in cemetaries". But I cant help what Im facsinated by so I'll just accept it.
Anyways, In te morning I went to te catacombs, in the afternoon I went to the contemporary art museum, and in the evening I went Piere Lachaise cemetary where Proust and Oscar Wilde are burried (Jim Morison is there as well, but I hate the god damned Doors).
So I was having a good day, until...
I got my 4x5 film back and those stupid readyload sheets only worked half the time! I only have 7 f-ing shots! I lost all but one of my portraits, one of my shots from Venice, and my only shot from Munich! A little depressing to say the least. I was really stoked to see those shots, I guess I'll have to start shooting two of everything to cover my ass. I know its not the holder because the polaroids work fine. Arrrg. Of the 8 shots I lost I only have polarods of two of them.
Today will be a better day.
M.