So, I just had a quick power outage. Really quick, but still really creepy. Good thing I was only reading, not writing or working on something else, huh? It was only off for a few seconds, then it flicked back on, but I was in my parent's bedroom upstairs, door closed, all alone with just the cat, and when it went off my first thought was-oh fuck, there's no flashlight in here. Second was-double fuck, this room is chock full and messy as hell, I can hardly navigate it with light-I'm going to kill myself trying to escape. I'll be eaten by the cat. Damn.
I know, I'm strange, right? Don't worry, you aren't the first(by far) to think so.
As soon as it came back on I ran down the hall to my room-I keep a dim booklight and a very bright maglight in my bedroom so I can read at night without waking up my annoying sister/roommate. I didn't loose anything but the song I was listening too(pandora, you know?).
Not a big deal, but still, this is a blog about me and whatever I want, right? Well, this is something that happened to me, and now it's on the internet, documented for all time. Or at least until I delete it.