Looked up to the lord above and said "hey man, thanks."

The power went out to a massive chunk of Lake Street yesterday, and nobody seems to know why, but I have a theory. Like what if every popcorn kernel popped at the same time, or what if everybody flushed their toilets at exactly the same moment, I think this was a case of what if everybody in the Hi Lake Shopping Center thought "oh god I don't want to work right now" at the same time. Somehow we collectively short-circuited the laws of probability. Whatever it was, the power went out at around 1 pm on a very busy Monday, and everybody secretly cheered. We had to ring up all the remaining customers on paper, using money out of the safe because none of the registers could be opened without electricity. Then we finally cleared all the customers out of the store, locked the doors, and sat in the dark and pretended to sulk for a while before Mary decided she wasn't paying us to be there if there was no business to be had so she made us leave. The plan was, we'd go home, and then call the store, so as soon as the power came back on we'd all come racing back to work.

Ha ha. As if.

So I had a nice, leisurely day yesterday. I put part of a puzzle together, Bambino the Beast of Entropy put parts of my puzzle everywhere, I bought some more hair dye from Extreme Noise, and that's pretty much all I accomplished. It was like a snow day. Well, but without the snow and with half your day already gone. So I guess not really like a snow day. Really more like a bomb threat day. It was like when somebody calls in a bomb threat to your high school and everybody gets hustled outside in case it blows up, and the sun is shining, and the skies are blue, and you're fifteen and invincible and honestly who's going to blow up your stupid high school anyway, and you know they'll eventually figure out there is no bomb and you'll have to go back to school but for now, man, you are granted the rush that always comes with unexpected bursts of freedom.

Mine is probably the first generation to wax nostalgic about bomb threats.