So… this weekend has been particularly heartbreaking for me.

I lost everything.

All my photographs.  All of my purchased stock resources. All of my writing. All of my inspirational resources. All of my art and writing for the past several years. Everything. Ehv-ree-thing. Well, everything not including my last round of assignments (for which I was all but accused of cheating on but that’s another story for another day), my vector car and the fantasy portrait I completed of Tamara.

That, my dears, is it.

How did this disaster happen?

I was dumb.  I was using what was supposed to be my backup storage as another drive.  As a result, I ended up hearing the click of death early on Saturday morning.  Accessing the drive suddenly became impossible.

I don’t think I could adequately describe the feelings I was experiencing, though I think it can be summed up as complete and utter devastation.

The manbeast tried very, very hard to save the day. He pulled the thing apart, threw it into his caddy and tried to access it.  Nothing doing.  Gone.

At the moment, my only hope is either running some software to get the stuff back or handing the drive over to a data recovery facility.  Considering the sensitivity of the data on the drive, I’d rather spend the big dollars to get the professionals to (hopefully) fix it than run the risk of ruining any chances of recovery by attempting to do the job myself.

So I guess the moral of the story is keep back-ups of your back-ups and back-up to multiple sources, ’cause I tell ya, this sucks.

SUCKS.