Finally...
I have power.
Not Thundercats (HOOOOO!!) power, but actual electricity combined with the DSL of Awesomeness. Let me just say that Ike SUCKED. The storm was nothing. The having to go without AC in a Houston August? FUCK THAT. Let me say that again.
FUCK THAT.
Alright, I'm better now.
I did fine, property-wise. Some fence damage. Jeff (friend first, landlord second, unless I'm late on the rent) stayed with me since, well, he lives on a boat in Kemah, and so he brought his cat and crashed on my couch for a couple nights. It was nice to have the company. When he found out his boat (as well as his Miata) was FINE, he skedaddled, and I can't say's I blame him; I'm not winning any Best Hostess awards. But whatever.
I finally got electricity back tonight. I was reading a book that Crystal loaned to me and all of a sudden the alarm goes off in an unending, unearthly beep. Then I hear whoops and hollers through the open-window screens with no real explanation. I have no idea what's going on until I hear my answering machine start clicking, and then I whoop and holler myself, close all the windows, and turn on the AC. Six days without air conditioning. I think that's a gorram record for me.
Perhaps I should let the University of Phoenix know I'm back online...
...maybe tomorrow. It's late, I'm tired, and there are covers to snuggle under now that I've actually got an ambient temperature of less than 80.
Whoop! Holla!
Not Thundercats (HOOOOO!!) power, but actual electricity combined with the DSL of Awesomeness. Let me just say that Ike SUCKED. The storm was nothing. The having to go without AC in a Houston August? FUCK THAT. Let me say that again.
FUCK THAT.
Alright, I'm better now.
I did fine, property-wise. Some fence damage. Jeff (friend first, landlord second, unless I'm late on the rent) stayed with me since, well, he lives on a boat in Kemah, and so he brought his cat and crashed on my couch for a couple nights. It was nice to have the company. When he found out his boat (as well as his Miata) was FINE, he skedaddled, and I can't say's I blame him; I'm not winning any Best Hostess awards. But whatever.
I finally got electricity back tonight. I was reading a book that Crystal loaned to me and all of a sudden the alarm goes off in an unending, unearthly beep. Then I hear whoops and hollers through the open-window screens with no real explanation. I have no idea what's going on until I hear my answering machine start clicking, and then I whoop and holler myself, close all the windows, and turn on the AC. Six days without air conditioning. I think that's a gorram record for me.
Perhaps I should let the University of Phoenix know I'm back online...
...maybe tomorrow. It's late, I'm tired, and there are covers to snuggle under now that I've actually got an ambient temperature of less than 80.
Whoop! Holla!