Slowtown

So! Here I am. Back on the interwebs after a week of no power. Sitting in the dark gets really old after awhile when you don't have access to any good music, kinda makes you lose your mind, see: Car Radio . 

My days were spent drinking a ton of beer, reading a ton of books (by candlelight...so romantic ...) and playing Sushi Cat... until my phone died ... and my computer died ...and I assumed my life was going to end at the "you are now using reserve battery power" pop-up. 

Myself and the cats took a whole lot of naps.  

My town looks semi-post apocalyptic. Homes burnt down, streets were filled with 6 feet of water, Army tanks were driving through the streets...it was a really sad site to see. There are other towns that faced much more devastation but they are thankfully being aided by the National Guard and the like, so hopefully everyone is okay! 

Peter Nicompoop was was especially concerned about the weather all the way from Ohio.

And then ... a week later, I GOT POWER and me and my messy hair were SO EXCITED.

NOW I'M BACK AND READY TO ANNOY THE POOP OUT OF YOU!

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I THOUGHT HURRICANE SEASON WAS OVER!

SO, this whole Hurricane Sandy thing was ignored by me, until I realized that it might be a bit of an issue. Work is closed, the LIRR is shut down, people are stabbing each other for bottles of SmartWater (THERE ARE NONE BECAUSE I HAVE THEM ALL!!), blah blah...I don't know how to prepare for these things/ think it may be a whole big crock of shit. But anyway, I am planning on securing the kitties in my bed with me for the next 72 hours as I intend to use these days off to aid my permanent state of exhaustion, I am stocking up on my fave beer & P-funks (holllllla pretentious drinks!)& gummy worms and I will set the roommate up with some sherry and shitty teen novels (her favorite!!). 

However, le roomie is already being a brat. Here's to hoping her 46 liters of sherry last her through the week (ish) of no power so I can hide from her in the lair. 

 Oh yeah. Forgot to mention my town might get eaten by the ocean/bay/whatever.

The calm before the storm.

If the world decides it wants to end, my pal and I decided our way out is driving a 1969 Dodge Dart straight into the Jones Beach pencil. 

Serious brother tells you to be safe. He knows what to do. 
He's a doctor. 

BYE.