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I was just walking out the door when the power went out in our apartment. The people across the hall like to stand in the corridor and converse loudly with each other, and today they went wild, blaming the landlords for the outage. Someone was stuck in the scary, piss-soaked elevator, but they got him out lickety-split.
Being my day off, I had a big list of things to do, which I soon discovered was useless. No Jenny Everywhere zine today! I came back home and reported to my roommate, found the candles and the flashlight, and settled in for a pleasant evening with the kitties. My roommate was a little upset because he had planned on having people over, and ignored me when I suggested they still attend. People called to ask if we were alright without food or fans. We have a gas stove, and I'm not dependent on air conditioning, so it was all good. We spent most of the night reading Calvin and Hobbes by candlelight and wondering how long it would take for society to breakdown if electricity was gone forever.
Later, we went for a walk, and it was lovely. Groups of people wandered the streets, looking like zombies. Sometimes you'd almost walk right into one because you couldn't see them coming. My roommate and I sat on a grassy hill, watching the cars and buses go by. A police officer kept shining his light on us, so we shone ours back.
I have to grab a paper. According to Cherry, on another thread, there was looting going on somewhere. |
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