|The Monsters Are Due on Sauce's Street.
||[Aug. 25th, 2007|10:03 pm]
After living in the 19th Century for over 24 hours, being reduced to candle-lit conversation with my mother for too much of that time, well, I have some things to say.
I was born at the right time in history.
I can deal with emergencies. When the state-wide wall of storms was upon our door, my mother was the hysterical one. I was the one telling her to get in the basement.
Minor inconveniences, like temporary power loss and a defrosted fridge full of food, uh, drive me to a rage.
It didn't help that we were one of the few city blocks in the vicinity without power. The other side of the street never lost it.
It also did not help that the person who installed the electric garage door opener did not assemble the manual non-power override correctly. Our garage sealed our cars in a tomb during that time. The only way out was by foot. Thanks for that.
I want to destroy something beautiful.