Boys,
Somehow I survived the Great Blow Of '06. It wasn't easy, very little to do so I kept a journal. Some of the milder entries.
Day One
No power due to the storm. Food stocks very low forcing me to shop at the dreaded Safeway. Some chatter the Beach Club is open so may be able to attain beer. Nieghbor is a b*tch.
Day Two
Shelter is cold. No power. Cold barley oup for breakfast. Hot water now a myth and I'm beginning to smell what the Scottish call "pongy". Nieghbor still a b*tch.
Day Three
Becoming hungry and angry. My plan for hording food I now see had a reasoning hole: I bought all frozen food. Thoughts now turn to cannibalism and since the neighbor is a b*tch I can solve two problems: hunger and not having to deal with her.
Day Four
Well go figure. While I was gnawing on her still warm flesh the power came on. Could have some legal and social acceptance problems on this one. Planning to use the "but she was a b*tch" defense.
Day Five
Sun is out, all is well and no ominous people with guns and badges have knocked on the door asking about my new diet. Hell, I think I'll go clamming. Even have a license for that.
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