I am back, temporarily.

It is in times like these that one can find solace in their little bit of webspace, the spot on the vast world wide that will never betray me. It is in times like these that one needs the support of their little blocky friend who lends a virtual shoulder to cry on.

It seems ironically appropriate, that something like this should happen on the day that is nationally remembered as the day that will end all wars. I don't know really what I'm saying, but I know that I'm am using great hyperbole, and I'm listening to Bright Eyes, and Modest Mouse and Wilco and Spoon, and I'm trying to grasp the great devastation that has occurred in the past 24 hours.

Two of the computers in my quasi possession have been obliterated. One, being my baby has been turned into a lovely desk ornament in my closet, and I can't remember the last time I turned it on, because there is nothing on it.
The second was the vital main system, the brains of the network, and the professional filing system for the last four years of my life. Now it is all gone. Imagine, that computer was my office, or my bedroom, or any of the places I could store my memories, and my pictures, and my art, and my thoughts, and my LIFE'S WORK. Not to mention several English assignments that are due tomorrow but will not be handed in.
It's impossible to even remember everything that was there, and everything that will be lost. It's a hard process, and it will continue for months to come, as I realize all the memories I have lost to cyber space.