I’m going to end up in a little padded room with a jacket that hugs me all day. I’m seriously wondering if someone hates me or if I’m a character in a sadistic author’s novel… or if I’m starring in a dramedy. Is that a word? Drama+comedy?
After 11 years of no landfalling hurricane, one just HAS to pick NOW to hit land? *sigh* I give up… I really really do.. what am I supposed to do now? Drive a big moving truck and tow a car in this? I’ve never hauled a car… I don’t think in the middle of a hurricane is the time to do it.
I also don’t have a place to stay… cause… yeah.. house is rented and I need to be out. What.in.the.hell? Apparently, I’m not supposed to leave yet? Dunno whether to laugh or freaking cry.
Your Frazzled Kaw..