I don’t know if you heard, but in San Diego, Orange County, some parts of Arizona, and all of Tijuana (Baja California, Mexico) had a major blackout on the 8th, starting at around 3:38. My mom and I were driving back from Kentucky Fried Chicken (mmmmm, I know) and suddenly all the stoplights turned off. Thankfully, we were on the road just as the stop lights went off (I heard that people stayed almost hours getting home, since people were stuck trying to take turns crossing a stop light.
Anyway, apparently the electricity went out all over the county, so it was probably serious. My parents and I just grabbed a zillion candles (provided by moi—perks of being a pyromaniac) and set them all over the house to light as soon as it started getting dark. With no computer, television, light, working fridge, I acted like a dead woman and laid on the floor of my room and took pictures of everything. Be thankful I didn’t upload the 50+ macro pictures of my carpet.
Also, can you tell I’m fascinated by my hand?
Oh, and those books in piles? I organized them. I organized them from the dirty piles all over my room. Those are only half, however, the other half I managed to somehow work up the energy/braveness to place them in boxes and put them in the dark, hot garage. Oh yeah, it was hot as heck that Thursday night. The good news, however—I didn’t have school the next day. Yay for blackouts!