Flicker

[imood mood at time of entry: cold]

The power flickered tonight. By “tonight,” I technically mean “last night,” but why quibble?

It was already after 7:30 P.M. here and long since dark. Thank you, Daylight Savings Time. And so, I thought all of this meant something; meant that it was too late in the day for any power companies to go about shutting off people’s electricity and other such nonsense. When the power flickered briefly with no explanation other than the obvious, I soothed the tight cluster of worry in my stomach with the fact that the lights had come back on immediately. After all, it could have just been a psycho killer merely blinding me to an imminent attack. That’s loads better, right? Of course it is!

I still went to the front of the house and looked about and listened hard for any signs of a company employee messing about with my breaker situated on the outside of my house. Yes, my breaker is outside.

When I didn’t hear anything and my constant inner worry about my computer’s hard drive having crashed due to the sudden loss of power was smoothed over by the automatic reboot of the poor beast, I slunk back to my room to watch a bit more of my show. I was happy that I was still just barely hanging on, but that unrepentant chink of uncertainty made me curse my illusions and confidence I had shown in switching on my computer for later use. I mean, what better way to blow away my contrived “rules” for when a company could come out to my house and take away services rendered?

I eventually found out that they were coming for my neighbor last night/tonight, but went into my box by mistake. Perhaps not by a very large mistake, but tonight wasn’t my night. I found this out from my neighbor herself, when I went over to give her the college information I had printed out for earlier that day. After she informed me that her power would be off until Thursday (November 2, 2006), I crept around the side of the house to have a look for myself; to see if the red, default of payment plastic tag was hanging from her electric meter. It was, and I breathed an edgy sigh of relief. I just knew that I would be next.

And even with all of my recent inclinations to becoming accustomed to walking around my house in utter darkness and my acceptance of having to cook my food elsewhere than at home, I couldn’t help but panic as I scanned the grass on the side of the house for footprints in the slightly unruly greenery. They were there, the footprints; and I could distinctly feel that someone other than myself had been standing in the area not too long ago.

On a slightly more hopeful note, I did see an ad for crewmembers wanted for cruises headed for Hawaii. Sure, there’s always the chance that I could get sick with one of those funky viruses that seem to attack cruise ships like sea monsters took out sailing vessels of old, but at least I’d get to see “the sights.” *cough cough* “Sea monsters,” of course, being hurricanes, giant squids, and delusional presidents. *again, cough cough*

I just need to concoct the perfect cover letter about how I am the supremo best at housework and whatnot to accompany my résumé. That shouldn’t be too hard, should it?

I did speak to my Mom about Brandon getting back into school this afternoon. I haven’t gotten the longer version of what happened just yet, but she told me that the school officials weren’t going to allow him back in. Since they’ve just pulled up outside, I am sure that I will know the details soon enough.

I saved a couple of Ronon Dex/Rodney McKay fics earlier. One was long and dark and pretty good. Ronon and Rodney were both tortured for information, but Rodney took the brunt of it. Even still, they managed a few good wanks, some plotting, and a promise of a mercy killing for Rodney. Sure, the plan didn’t work out and Ronon didn’t snap Rodney’s neck like he said he would, but there was still the wanking, and I suppose that that is good enough.

I finally went back and checked the “Sometimes, holidays suck” community over on LJ for the listed prompts. I am going to attempt a Veronica Mars fic, because I found the prompt so funny. Goodness, I love fandom at times like these.

I played an obscene amount of Marapets today. They’ve begun this activity where you get to hunt down pumpkins and receive prizes for every one that you find. The prizes are either money or a lovely item that you quickly become sick of, due to the fact that you collect so many of them. If that wasn’t enough, there is a Trick-or-Tricking activity that you can visit every twenty minutes. Does anyone have any idea of the amount of swag one person could pull in in just a few hours’ time? I only got to try it a couple of times, because I discovered the activity late in the day when I was getting ready to leave and had to spend a bit of time before that tracking down the right costume I had to have in order to participate in the fun.

I got a couple of items, but the two that I really wanted, I wasn’t able to get. From the trick-or-treating, I wanted a Halloween Pearl. From the pumpkin hunting, I wanted the Halloween Book. Both of which were worth thousands at last check many hours ago in the college library. Everything being given out now will be retired in a week, and so I will have to stock up if I want these items to last and last.

I have one fic to beta tomorrow, and it will have to be a rush job. Sure, I’ll do my best on it, but I know that the author will need it back that same day, as it is for my Chase/Jack Halloween Mini Challenge. She sent it to me last night, but it was after the lab and the Work Source closed. Meaning, that I couldn’t save the fic to my Flash Drive. My floppy is pretty much shot and I can’t even use it properly on the faster computers at the school. Oh well, it was a long time coming anyway.

I suppose that I will go get some sleep soon, as I had already been contemplating as much before I began this entry and the family drove up. I hope that everyone is well.

Danielle