I'm a pretty light sleeper, so I have a fan next to my bed that I
turn on while half asleep. This morning: stompstomp. I turn on the fan,
but no white noise. Nothing. I follow the cord. It's plugged in. I turn
the power strip on and off. Nothing. I look at the clock that's plugged
into the powerstrip. Nothing. The powerstrip is plugged in behind my
bed, and I think "Well, I moved my mattress when I put new sheets on, I
must have bumped the outlet. I get out of bed, pull the mattress away,
but both the powerstrip and the overhead light are plugged in. I try
the light. Nothing. Sensing I might have solved the mystery, I go to
the bathroom, flick the light twice. Nothing.
The power was just out. I worry momentarily that my roommate didn't open
the electric bill in time or whatever, and decide to just go back to
sleep. And I have horrible dreams about no power, and post-modern
utopian exhistances. When I woke up at 9, the power was on, and all was normal with the world.
And now it's 10 and I'm WIDE awake. No glasses, because no ride. I hate it when you get super excited about something, and then super disappointed, and it feels like the air went out of your balloon.
On a positive note, more New York plans! I just discovered Takka Takka
and the Lovely Feathers
are playing the Merc Lounge next Saturday, Loyal wants to see Marissa Nadler
at Sin-e (which is closing, did you know that?) so we might show-hop. I really wanna see Takka Takka. I'm sort of super excited about New York.