Maaaarrco...

So, yesterday, half of our street was propelled back into the 1800s (or whenever) when we lost all electricity (and I got a taste of what aldehyde has had to deal with for, like, the past 2 weeks) and had to resort to candles for light. My first thought upon finding out about the power outage was that we'd miss the new episode of 24 (but thankfully that's what good old TWoP is for), followed closely by the fact that I had a group assignment due the following morning and the electricity company wouldn't have everything up and running again until around 1 AM (it was actually 2:30 by the time the power came back on; I know this because at 8:30 this morning, my clock said 6 AM). Thankfully, though, that project was more or less complete, and I phoned up my group members and told them they'd have to finish it without me -- all that was really left was the proofreading and grammar/spelling check for the last 2 sections, so....yeah. Hopefully those turned out okay. The thing's also 2 pages over the limit, but if luck is on our side (for once), we won't get any marks deducted for that. We also have appendices that go from A to L. Yes, I know.

At any rate, I couldn't do any work yesterday even if I wanted to, so Mom and I went to the library for a half-hour until it closed and then headed over to pick up a few groceries. Heh. Headed back home around 9 (Dad had stayed home and was asleep on the couch when we got back even though he'd stayed in order to, like, make sure nobody broke in or something), Mom went to bed at 9:45ish, I wrote a page in my journal about how cool blackouts are when they don't last too long (I mean, what better story setting can there be than a blackout? It'd be perfect for a lot of things, and at some point I'm gonna Google "blackout [fan]fiction" and see what pops up. Heh.), tried to read The Restaurant at the End of the Universe for a bit but could only get through about one chapter by candlelight before giving up, listened to some music over my Discman (I know, I know; how oldschool of me in this age of iPods. But then again, this is also apparently the age of Ugg boots, so...maybe this age isn't so hot after all.) until I was too tiredly delusional to pay any more attention to the conscious world. Had just enough energy (no pun intended) left to blow out the candles and then SMACK! I was down for the count (or, you know, the night) at 11 PM -- the earliest I've slept in about 2 centuries or so. Still tired today, though, and probably because you're supposed to keep a steady sleeping pattern every night. Whoops.