Powerless hour 80.
Uncontrollable rage sets in. Dementia rampant. Heard from my neighbor: “Having no power makes it hard for me to think. Everything is fuzzy in my…” ::pointing to head:: “my… thing.”
Most traffic lights working, and many businesses again operational, but thousands still without power in the city. Statewide shortage of D size batteries. Down to my last pair. The cat seems unphased. He eats, drinks, poops, and wanders around.
Homeless man on bicycle riding past my apartment feels sorry for me, “still dark? Damn… That’s rough.” Irony of situation totally eludes me, because I feel sorry for me too. Also feel sorry for anyone who has to smell me.
Classes resume. Professor tells tale of 2 hour power outage. Half of class has trouble containing their fury, go the passive-aggressive route and play video games on their calculators during lecture. One good thing about class while power is out: low student turnout makes for easy parking.
Girlfriend and her roommate neglect to empty refrigerator until just now. Pungent odor makes me dry heave after opening door. Two nose plugs at the drug store: $4.27 Listening to people say things like “bee hab to but the checken en tresh begs”: priceless.
County is placed under a “boil water” advisory. Suggestions for boiling water without power include “think about local power company and place pot of water on forehead.” Radio stations air commercials “Gainesville Regional Utilities wants to help you conserve energy in the fall season!” It seems they are doing an excellent job.
More as it happens. And I might have made up that last one.
I Feel Sorry For Mark
Mark Jaquith is dealing with the fallout out from all the bad weather down in Florida. Powerless hour 80. Uncontrollable rage sets in. Dementia rampant. Heard from my neighbor: “Having no power makes it hard for me to think.” Everything…