I'm sitting in my room at the computer, stressed the fuck out.
hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. this woman's name is Irene, and she's irate.
I can't sleep. I know my family is prepared - I made sure of that. I, however, am not in such good shape.
I don't have a generator (note to self - add to Christmas list) and this is my first time in my own house with my own trees to worry about coming through the windows or roof and other such nonsense.
New England wasn't built for 100 mph winds.
I have a few things left to pick up tomorrow, then it will be time to batten down the hatches.
I'm so glad I bought a sturdy house with a big, safe basement that sits up on a big hill away from flood zones.
So many people are saying it will be nothing... I have such a bad feeling they are wrong.
I really hope I'm the one who's wrong.
I could really use a cigarette or two right now. Too bad I quit last year.
Bugger.
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