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I've not had the greatest week. The worst in a long time, perhaps ever. *sigh* 

Here's a picture I took on St. Patrick's Day in Oakland.

I killed 'em, dead. The continuing saga.

Following up with another company that quoted me $400 for data recovery to see if they can handle banged up hardware as opposed to corrupt data. *fingers crossed*

The latest in the case of the broken hard drives

Estimates came back for hard drive recovery to get my nearly 210 gigs of photos back: $700-3900. So...I can either go without paying rent for several months or kiss the idea of ever getting my work back goodbye.

The calamity

I knocked both external hard drives that backed up all my photographic work from the last five years off my desk and onto the floor last night.

Both drives.
Dead.
All my work.
All of it.

I can't even think that I've lost everything right now, it's way too much to feel at once.

So...if anyone reading this happens to know anyone that's really excellent at hard drive data recovery and can do it for less than an arm, a leg, a firstborn, and $500, please send me a message. It's an emergency. The life you save may be my own.

Well, this is an unfortunate development.

My computer and camera have apparently had an argument and are no longer on speaking terms.

When I really bloody need my camera, when I need to take pictures, when I need this catharsis really, really bad right now...this happens.

They need to kiss and make up. I must get these pictures off my camera and onto my computer. I need my outlet so badly right now and I don't have it.

I was sad already but this seriously sucks.

Earlier I cried.

Still in a rut.

representative of how I feel tonight

the NIN equipment truck, emptied


the hopeless hopeful.*

*you might want to click on him to read the sign.

[Note: I'd dance...and I *had* Wiltern.]

Rotting pomegranate as a broken heart