Brannon Braga's Borg episodes (whee! alliteration!) tend to piss me off for the way he has no concept of continuity, but last night's Voyager was pretty cool. Well, the ending was, anyway. Assimilations are always fun to watch.

Anyway.

Last night was stormy. Loud thunder, combined with intolerable leg cramps and the fact that we were out of painkillers, meant no sleep for Jean. I think I did doze off around 1 or so, but I was awakened around 1:30 by thunder that shook my bed. I thought perhaps I should get up and watch TV to see if there were any tornado warnings, but then the power went out, so I stayed in bed. My cat, scared by the thunder, decided at that point that the safest place for her to sleep would be on my head. I think I dozed off again some time around 3.

My alarm went off (much to my relief, seeing as how I haven't changed the battery since I bought the clock), but there was still no power, which seemed like a good enough excuse for being late, so I stayed in bed, but then it came on, so I got up. But the power wasn't on to stay. Oh, no. It came on just long enough to give me a false sense of security, and then it went off again while I was in the shower. I screamed, then composed myself and resisted the urge to curl into a fetal position at the bottom of the tub while I went about finishing my shower.

I'm afraid of the dark. I'm not ashamed to admit it. Partially because of those scary-ass dreams I have sometimes, but mostly because I'm just a 'frady-cat. My bathroom has no windows, so when the lights went out, it was pitch black (hey, look, I said "pitch black" without turning it into an excuse to talk about Vin Diesel!), and I, quite honestly, freaked. I did recover pretty quickly, however, and I learned that the best way to finish a shower in the absolute absence of light is to close your eyes and sing as loudly as you can (of course I realize that, were there actually something in the dark that wanted to get me, the singing would only help to lead them straight to me, but at least I wouldn't be able to hear them coming).

So I finished the shower and got dressed in the dark. By then the sun had come up enough that by sitting by the window I could see well enough to not totally screw up my makeup. Thankfully, the power came back on in time for me to dry my hair, so at least I didn't have to come to work with a wet head.

That's my day so far. And it only looks to get better! Um, for the irony impaired, that was sarcasm, folks. I've fallen behind a bit at work (I've been reading blogs all week, imagine that!) and need to stop prattling on about the inane details of my day and go get some of it done. I think it's a good idea if at least one day a week I come out of my comfortable state of denial and act like someone that actually has a job to do. And today is that day! Time to close all of my browser windows and put on my big-ass headphones and crank up my mp3's and down some diet Dew and dig in! I'll just go do that right now!

Hey, look at that, it's time for my break. Go figure.