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damn hurricanes. damn no power since thursday night and no water in the city. damn almost running out of gas because most of the gas stations are blown to shit.

the city's been trashed beautifully. everyone was outside yesterday, pointing at fallen trees and marveling nature's wreckage. driving to work today the streets made me realize how uneventful everything usually looks.

the store, thank god, is fine. no trees crashed into my apartment either, so i'm alive and all. five trees fell into my parents' yard and there were a lot of close calls with people i know and a lot of smashed cars with people i don't.

so when the power went out on thursday i lit some candles, opened my balcony door and and lay on my bed watching the trees whip around in the wind, letting the rain mist into my face. the rain speckled the screen door, filling up random squares making my patio furniture look like a censored logo in a music video. i watched until it was too dark and then i got under my covers and checked up on friends as they lost their power too, worried about jared but didn't want to call, went to sleep in the rain.

woke up in the sunshine. and the people surveying the wreckage, sarah on the phone wanting a breakfast that we set out for but never really got. watched lifetime until it was time to start drinking.

i think that everyone was drunk yesterday--an entire city on vacation--and being at work now with stoplights and my power still out, the water mostly back but untouchable, feels strange.

slow store+no one online=homework.