Imood is on the fritz. I am guessing this is due to the power outage. At least, it seems that would be the case. I find it exhaustingly funny that according to my diary, I am now feeling...nothing. Look at it...

"I am feeling:
__"

That's just really funny.

I knew something was screwy today when my power cycled. One second I was sitting here, in front of my computer, typing up my next masterpiece when the power suddenly went out for a split second then back on. It was out JUST long enough for my computer to restart and all my work to be lost in some digital black hole.

Dammit.

Anyway, ten minutes later, my Dad (who I DIDN'T have an argument with today, though conversation was tense) told me to turn on my TV. Chaos. Power outage. 20,000 people waiting in a huge line to take a ferry to NJ and millions walking miles in the streets, sweating their way over bridges in a mass exodus from New York in 90 degree heat.

I was bemused, worried and curious at the same time. Strangely, I never thought, "it's terrorism." I just never thought it. Every bad thing that happens around here since September 11, I think it's terrorism. This time, no. I just sat on my couch staring at the news reports on TV, stupified at the extent of the power outage. I worried for people stuck in their homes without air conditioning. I suddenly wished I was a convenience store owner in the city, so I could stand at the door to my store and hand out bottles of water to the thousands of sweaty, confused pedestrians who passed by.

'Cause I'm not so much of a bitch in times of public crisis.

This blackout suddenly made me appreciate things like running water, air conditioning, television...yeah...electricity.

Pat said there was so much traffic on the parkway, that he left work two hours early and yet he got home almost two hours late. Poor Pat. I know how much he despises traffic.

I was thinking of going to the city to take some pictures today, too. I had gotten things squared away with PayPal and my bank, and wanted to take the extra money and go to the city for photos. I decided not to because it was already 2pm and it was still like 90 degrees out. Realistically, if I had gone, I probably would have freaked and had a heart attack right there in the middle of Times Square. But part of me wishes I HAD decided to go. I'd have some really historical photos to share. I might have gotten the chance to help someone, calm them down or something. I don't know.

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