So last week I got a phone call saying that the dorms would be closing and it would be a good idea if we evacuated campus because of hurricane Irene (side note: My great-grandmother was named Irene. Whenever I heard anything about the terrible Hurricane Irene coming, I just thought of a sweet old lady sneaking the pickle juice from the top of the cabinet, where my grandparents hid it from her so she wouldn't drink it.). I was like, well ok I can leave now since I have my car. But then I remembered I had to work from 7:30-9:30 that night, so there went that plan of escaping 64 traffic (every time I see 64, I think nintendo). Then I decided that the only reasonable solution was to leave by 6 the next morning. I guess I had forgotten that I'm not a morning person.
When I got home from work and working out that night, I packed and prepared my room for the worst. I finally got to bed a little after midnight. On a normal night, that's not too terrible. On a night where I had to wake up at 5:30 the next morning, that's awful.
I woke up on time the next morning and was out of there by 6. Success! Or not. I was so stinking tired that I decided the only way I would possibly make it home alive was if I stopped on the side of the road and took a nap in the back of my car. So I did. Except I stopped in a parking lot, because for some reason that seemed safer...ish.
I was in the middle of a dream where my friend, Isabel, was cooking dinner for lots of people. Both the appetizer and main meal were shrimp, and she was cooking them in the toaster. I thought that was such a great idea. Then I woke up and realized that it wasn't very practical, but kind of wanted to try it. Still do.
Anyways, I should have slept longer than 30 minutes, but I decided since I was in a parking lot in my car using my dirty laundry as a pillow, I'd be better off getting home and sleeping in my own bed. And I did. I got home around 10 a.m. and slept until about 4 p.m.
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| Curtain rod, bin lids, and duct tape. Totally worked. |
I woke up on time the next morning and was out of there by 6. Success! Or not. I was so stinking tired that I decided the only way I would possibly make it home alive was if I stopped on the side of the road and took a nap in the back of my car. So I did. Except I stopped in a parking lot, because for some reason that seemed safer...ish.
I was in the middle of a dream where my friend, Isabel, was cooking dinner for lots of people. Both the appetizer and main meal were shrimp, and she was cooking them in the toaster. I thought that was such a great idea. Then I woke up and realized that it wasn't very practical, but kind of wanted to try it. Still do.
Anyways, I should have slept longer than 30 minutes, but I decided since I was in a parking lot in my car using my dirty laundry as a pillow, I'd be better off getting home and sleeping in my own bed. And I did. I got home around 10 a.m. and slept until about 4 p.m.
