Last night I went to sleep around 1:00 or so, after playing a game of computer chess and reading Nick Bantok's Alexandria
At approximately 7:45 A.M., the power went out around Peachtree Street from North Avenue to about 14th Street this morning. I woke up to the sound of the First Union Building backup generators kicking in--imagine the sounds of a large diesel engine strapped to a skyscraper. Not so shortly thereafter, the plaintive alarms of my two UPS units started. For about forty-five minutes, I half-listened to the syncopated beeping and tried to return to my dreams. Amidst the cacophony, my clock radio kicked off its own alarm, with the morning news and traffic report.
Figuring that listening would just run the battery backup down on the clock, I shut it off and tried in vain to go back to sleep.
I tossed about the bed until about 9:32 and then finally rose to shower and shave for work. I was about 10 minutes late, which isn't really a huge concern.
I had wanted to stop off at the LaVista Sandwich Shop about six doors down from the office to grab a bagel with egg and cheese or something, but as I approached, I noticed their closed door. They're shut down for the season.
So now I'm exceedingly hungry.
For some strange reason (the movie was due shortly...) on Tuesday night, Mom, Jerry, and I watched the beginning of Minority Report
. We watched the rest of the movie Wednesday morning after Dad had caught up to the part that we had watched whilst Jerry and I slept. Later that day, we would rent and watch The Sum of All Fears
See? This is how holidays should be. No real obligations, no particular parties that we have to go to...
After getting home from work last night, I wrapped Jeech, Jules, and Runa's respective presents. I now hate cheap wrapping paper almost as much as I hate merchandise that comes in plastic packaging with the cardboard backing meant to hang on hooks. Wrapping these items is a total pain in the ass, so much so, that I just decided to go to Carroll Street and just hand Blake his present sans wrapping (and hell, that was a book). Current Mood:
"But Not Tonight" - Scott Weiland