This is one of those rare, few-and-far-between times I wish I had a roommate. Last night, I was lackadaisically watching a movie and sipping tea. I enjoyed a chapter of a new book, watched the idiotic undergrads playing football in the pouring rain until the police ran them off, and made a mental to-do list. This morning, I filled every large container I could find with water. “Just in case.” Did three loads of laundry. Kept my laptop and cell charged. Rearranged my porch furniture in the event of high winds and/or paranoia. All of this last-minute hurricane prep would be much more exciting if I didn’t live alone.
Every school on the East Coast cancelled classes today. Oh, wait… not mine. In the past 48 hours, I have received no fewer than nine emails from various personnel. If none of you are delivering exciting news, please stop blowing up my inbox.
If Kroger runs out of wine, I can’t be held accountable for my actions. In the event of a natural disaster, it is scientifically proven that texting a nearby sorority sister, “If classes are cancelled or we lose power, expect wine and me on your doorstep,” will reduce chronic boredom. Now, I just need to pray that the wine selection holds out until I can arrive at said sister’s apartment…
The Jersey Shore hotspots may be wiped off the map. I don’t know whether to be upset or to laugh maniacally. Somehow, I got sucked into six seasons of utter ridiculousness. I guess now that JS is over and everybody’s old married people, Karma doesn’t serve a purpose?
Loss of power = loss of sanity. Enough said.
I keep wavering between “this is pathetic” and “this is too exciting” when it comes to the news. I’ve been glued to the boob tube all. damn. day. Maybe it’s the swirly colors on the “Sandygrams” CNN keeps looping. Honestly, it’s 2:30 p.m. and not a thing has happened in this area.
P.S. How are you coping with Sandy and the effects of the storm(s)? Stay safe and dry out there!