confessions of a DRAMA QUEEN

Well, here I am in lovely Nacogdoches, where Rita's planning on stoppin' by sometime soon. I'm now at Wisely Hall (aka the smart people's dorm!), because my boss offered the DAs (which is what I am) a place to stay if we wanted to work. Because the desk has to stay open- even if the power's out. (Bastards.. do they know how dark that lobby can get? Grrrr..)
But yeah.. I'm okay.. I'm relishing in the fact that I have power, although I probably won't have any tomorrow night. Oh, well. As long as I have power, I think I'll catch up on some TV watching and other stuff. But the staff is fully expecting the power to go out. Joy.
Anywho.. they canceled classes a half an hour AFTER I started taking my Economics exam. What asshats. Oh, well.. I think I did okay. Enough to get me by, hopefully. But I know that I DID NOT study for that test, I was just too distracted. Oh, well.
I'm going to be keeping a "Hurricane diary" when the power goes out, so hopefully, once the power is restored, you will all be treated to bit of my amusing anecdotes about the wrath of Rita.
Fuck the hurricane, I'm going to work.
Until we meet again,
Tahiti