Diana Rowland
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Every day...

I have two mantras that I am using to get through all of this. The first is, "It could have been a lot worse (for us.)" The second is, "Every day things get a bit better."

Mom called to say she finally has power.

Everyone at work agrees that we're sick of all of this. We want things to be normal again. Not that we're quite sure what normal really is anymore, but we know this isn't it.

We want to do things, or talk about things that have absolutely nothing to do with storms or hurricanes. I spoke to a friend the other day and I said, "So tell me about things with you, and please don't say anything about the hurricane."

I went to the Emergency Operations Center and got my Hep A shot and a B-12 shot. Actually they only had half a dose of the B-12 left, so I guess it was only a B-6. :) They didn't have any gamma globulin, and the HepA doesn't take effect for a couple of weeks, so let's hope that I didn't get exposed. The only needles they had left were friggin enormous, and while I have zero needle phobia and had no problem getting stuck, my arm now hurts a ridiculous amount.

Charter Communications, the local cable company, is pretty much dead. They are projecting the outage to last until JANUARY. Sheesh. This means that everyone and their brother is trying to get hooked up with a satellite dish now. Yes, I want more Normal. Give me TV and Internet. I am having Jack call the phone company to ask them to please reconnect the landline that we JUST had disconnected and could they please hook up the DSL too? Jack called a satellite dish installation place and they quoted him an INSANE price to hook it up. He then went down to the office, wearing his DA's office badge very prominently, and somehow the price dropped from INSANE to merely Steep. However, with Steep they could do it within the week. Fair enough.

Damn it. The season premiere of House is tonight.

Neither of my mortgage companies are deferring payments. All they will do is waive late fees and credit reporting, but you still have to pay the shit. I was really hoping for a free month or three, since right now we're kinda hemmorhaging money for various things.

I dreamed last night that I was at the awards banquet for the Writers of the Future, and the MC was announcing the winners, but she wasn't using her microphone and so I couldn't hear if I'd won or not.



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