56. help

i amwritingthisfromCellarDoor.

ok, keyboard seems to be functional. jesus there was a woman here in the middle of the night laying right beside me in my bed as she stood up and walked right out into the hallway.

i immediately got up and started yelling at her. i have no idea who this woman was. jesus i have a girlfriend. she was dressed in only underwear and i only got the glimpse of her back as she stood up and walked out. and she was gone. like that. poof. i didnt hear a door open or close. but she was as real as you and me.

next thing i find is that the harddrives, in plural, ive been continually keeping updated with the Ulsa album, are wiped clean. Four harddrives. updated just hours before this rude awakening. YEARS OF WORK. GONE. ONE OF THE HARDDRIVES WAS KEPT IN A SAFE FOR FUCKING SAKE. GONE. POOF.

i am desperately trying to call anyone for help but its like eight in the morning here and all of my friends are asleep or dead.