Sarah Liveblogs a Hurricane! Part 4: Pillow Licker

3:20pm
My dog is a nervous wreck at the best of times. When she's really nervous, she licks pillows. Any pillow will do. When the power went out, I laid my blankets on the living room floor, and Luna spent a good five minutes bathing my arm and my pillow in her doggy saliva. It was pretty gross.

Then she hid under the day bed. And then she tried to hide in my room, but realized that nobody was actually in there, so she should probably go where all her funny fur-less pack mates are. After that, she came out into the living room again and started whining until Mumsy and I howled with her for a good three minutes. She's been ok until just now, when she had to fit herself into the smallest space possible. For protection. Obviously.

I think I need to put a chair in front of the back porch door now, so it doesn't suddenly blow open and scare the shit out of everyone like it likes to do.

Sarah Liveblogs a Hurricane! Part 3: There are only so many sandwiches...

12:39pm
Cleaned again. It was magical, except for when my dog tried to maul me because she is afraid of storms. And then she followed me onto the back porch when I took a picture of the lake, because she is a wuss.

I kind of want to sleep. There are only so many sandwiches one can eat, and my other option is to do homework and read shit. Which I should probably do, but sleep somehow always seems more important.

Power hasn't gone out yet. I am perplexed by this.

Mumsy is trying to guilt me into cleaning more. Suppose I'll do that in a minute.

Expected landfall is sometime around 3 or 4, and then Sandy will be like a person who needs a place to crash but stays at your apartment three days longer than they told you they would, ruins all your stuff, and leaves you feeling emotionally violated and wondering how the hell someone can get mustard on the ceiling.

(The answer is: very easily, if I'm bored enough.)

Sarah Liveblogs a Hurricane! Part 2: Hurricane party!

11:07am
It's amazing how much dirt and grossness you can find when going outside is not a thing. All the chaos from moving has not been good to me. Took ten minutes to clean, and I've made a dent. There appears to be a spider living on the living room light fixture, which is terrifying because there is a hurricane coming and I can't flee the house if it decides to move slightly. It could just be a web, but I'm not counting on it.

I'm not paranoid.

...

Fuck you, spiders are creepy.


In any case, I'm sipping on a juice box and eating cookies. It's like snack time in kindergarten, except I'm an adult and I can make my own (horrible) decisions!

Time to listen to music and clean more. Yay, hurricane party!!!

Sarah Liveblogs a Hurricane!

So, as many of you know, there's a hurricane headed up the east coast. They're calling it a Nor'easter now, but let's not mince words: hurricane all up in dis bitch, yo.

One of my friends convinced me that it would be awesome if I live blogged this force of nature. So. This will either be extremely dull, or extremely entertaining. Have at thee, hurricane!

10:13am
Had a sandwich. Registered to vote. I've gotten more done on this day, the start of Hurricane Sandy, than I have any other day I've had off.

Wind is all gusty. I fully expect to lose power tonight, because a strong breeze will knock out our power on a gentle summer's eve. Not the douching product; the actual season. Although I'm pretty sure a gentle douching would knock the power out as well...


In any case. More as the storm (and my inevitable boredom) develops.