I hate MACs.
It's started working again when our transient artist tinkered with it.
And to push the bumming moment to its deepest despairing level, I channeled Maria Mena through Spotify.
Listening to her tortured soul that encourages masochism and unrequited love can be quite relaxing though I don't suggest this if you are feeling emotional lest the emotion linger longer than you wanted.
I'm just glad her latest album is starting to sound less dedicated to wall-flowers and beginning to tap her thug soul.