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[geoduck]

We've got a storm. My house has no power, so I'm forced to hang out at my parents'. I don't mind hanging out there, but I hate being forced to.

I think I'll be late to work tomorrow.

Edit: Back home, power's back on, feeling less depressed.

And I'm listening to the Reverend Horton Heat singing about bales of cocaine.

Comments

[martialstax]

It's God's wrath for not voting Republican.

[eag]

*snuzzle* I'd cuddle with you in the dark. >.>

So cold!

So hungry!

Why are there wolves?!

[bibulb]

EVERYTHING'S better with the Reverend.

[pelianth]

At least you weren't stuck sitting in the dark for 5 hours. And the only other person in the house decided to go to sleep, so I was sitting there by myself, bored out of my skull...

[danceswithelvis]

Batteries, my boy. Batter...oh, I guess you can't use them for the same...well, I guess you could, but that'd add a newer level of kink to this already kinky run on sentence.