Well, uh, the phone lines work? ^_^;

THAT SUCKED AND I’M NEVER DOING IT AGAIN. Not in this apartment, anyway. Next time, if I have to ride a hurricane out by myself, I do it at Mom’s. It’s not so much with the great big windows you cannot possibly position a bed to avoid shrapnel from. Also not so much with the scary noises.

So power is out, who knows for how long, and there is apparently some roof damage here–there are some damp spots on my ceiling. Apparently, the really scary noise that spurred me into camping out in the bathroom from about 5 in the morning until about 10 or so was just the rain gutter peeling off and flapping around and occasionally bonking things. I swear to God it sounded like the entire roof was peeling up like a sardine can. OTHER THAN THAT AND NEEDING ABOUT FIFTY BEERS OR PERHAPS THIS SINGLE LEFTOVER MOJITO AND ALSO ABOUT A WEEK OF SLEEP IN MY ACTUAL BED, I’M GREAT

I spent most of the night on my little sofa, which is too short for even my short ass to properly stretch out on, which was crammed into the hall. And then the aforementioned scary noises chased me and the cats into the bathroom. I would have gone to the farm with Mom, but I figured it was heading there too and if the shit came down, at least Pasadena has, you know, facilities.

I’ve only got about an hour and a half of battery life on the laptop, so just letting y’all know I’m not dead.

Also that there were stupid people out here partying and cheering for exploding transformers until like one in the morning.

Originally published at Fire of Unknown Origin. You can comment here or there.

!!!!!!!!

About an hour ago:

Me: [lying in bed; now that we kind of want some wind there is not much] Ugggggh. [dozes]

Wind: [picks up minuscule amount]

Bedroom door: [creaks much like it did while the worst of the wind was pounding on the apartment]

Me: [wide awake] GAAAAAAAH IN THE BATHROOM NOW NOW NOW …asdjkhgasd. [gropes for flashlight, finds wee can of WD-40, savagely attacks door]

Bedroom door: [silence]

Me: Ahh. [returns to bed] [dozes]

Lights on building across street, which I cussed since their installation because they are aimed right at my bedroom window: WHEEEEEEEEEEEE

Radio in living room: WHEEEEEEEEEEEEE

People outside: OMG POWER

Me: [treads air for several seconds] OH GOD NOW WHAT–wait, no, this is good :D [turns on air conditioner, computer, and fan, acquires cool beverage]

CONGRATURATION THIS STORY IS HAPPY END

P.S. Thank you all for your warm fuzzies and happy thoughts, and more of the same to the folks that also sat through this shit last night.

Originally published at Fire of Unknown Origin. You can comment here or there.