There's No Hurricane at My House and I Feel Weird About It


So, I'm in Seattle. We didn't have a hurricane here. My shit is dry as fuck. But I work remotely for an NYC-based company, which means that pretty much all of my colleagues live in New York and have spent all week snorkeling to work in rat-drawn submersibles. I have electricity. I have central heat and an extra space heater pointed directly at my foot, JUST CUZ. I have so much electricity to burn that I've had Law & Order: Criminal Intent playing on my TV on mute all day and not even watching it (except when I accidentally sat on the remote just in time for Eames to say, "A phlebotomist of color named Eddie? How many could there BE!?"). And, anyway, I feel kind of shitty about it.

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