The iPod finally died. I’ve got it charging off of the iBook right now. That’s going to cut down on my iBook’s battery life, but it doesn’t matter. This is only the second time I’ve used it since the power went out.
All these peanut butter sandwiches are taking their toll. I’ve been up off and on all night with the worst heartburn I’ve ever had. But peanut butter tastes so good! Oh, Jif, you are a harsh mistress!
There are whispers of our deadline for the short film being moved out due to the storm. That’ll be good, since we still don’t have power anywhere in this town. Across the intracoastal, it looks like Riviera Beach is dark, too. I called FPL — they played a recording saying that due to high call volume, I should call back later. If all of their callers are getting that, they may have stumbled onto the biggest scam in the history of phone answering.
Apparently, parts of West Palm Beach have power already. I call shenanigans, since they were supposedly hit harder than we were up here. Of course, Ballenisles and PGA National both have power, too. Gee. I can’t imagine how they got their power before everybody else.
Through sporadic, judicious use of the hot water, I can still manage to get luke warm showers for thirty seconds. Mmnnn. Luke warm. The mere thought makes me want to go take a luke warm shower right now.
Supposedly, a lot of Publixes around the area opened their doors yesterday. I drove by the Lake Park Publix, and the doors were indeed open. There were a lot of people standing around outside conversing, and there were a few lights on inside. Huge signs blanketed the front of the store — PUBLIX IS CLOSED. Fucking Lake Park. I’ll have my revenge. I did hear that the Publix on PGA Blvd. was accepting debit and credit cards, and they were even going as far as to provide cash back. I managed to get through traffic and make it to that Publix, but the line to get in was too long for me to even consider at this point. I high-tailed it back home.
Being alone in the dark without any human contact for this long is starting to make me go a little insane. And the spell checker is losing its’ mind over the word Publix. I guess it doesn’t heart corporations.
Tags: Hurricane Wilma