Wherein I am crankier than hell.
There will be no pictures for you today. There will be no pretty words about the red wine risotto I made the other night when a friend - who's finally back from working on the latest Spielberg movie in Europe - came over for dinner. No. No flowery descriptives, no mouth-watering pictures.
Why, you ask?
Because there is currently NO electricity in my apartment.
No electricity, as a matter of fact, in my entire building.
No elecricity = No breakfast
= No light in the bathroom
= No pilates
= No Regis and Kelly
= No blow-drying my hair
= No checking my email
= No reading the NY Times
= No reading blogs
= No recording of missed TV shows while I'm out tonight
= Walking down
I don't know which of these suffered indignities is the worst. But I can tell you this:
No electricity = one very very VERY unhappy camper = massive crankiness
For woe to those when my schedule goes astray.
If I have to walk back up those 10 flights of stairs to get back to my apartment late tonight, I will have someone's head.
(To make it worse, the goddamn Apple computers at school apparently hate gmail. Thankfully, I have a palm pilot and can check email during class. BUT STILL.)