okay…this is getting freaky. the power has gone out in the morning, two days in a row. today it wasn't as freaky as yesterday, though…

yesterday i was up, about to head out to lunch before work and the power went out right when i was checking my email. no big deal, i guess. except! right when the power went out, the phone started ringing. weird. i fully expected to answer the phone and have some crazy dude start screaming on the other end "this is what you get when you fuck with me, motherfucker!" you know…some serious twilight zone shit. so anyway, i run downstairs to answer the phone (due to the fact that my phone is cordless and useless without power) and as soon as i pick it up…the power comes back on. on the phone is mr. mike blaine, telling me his expected baby will be a boy. if that wasn't some kind of fucked up divine message, i don't know what is. harbinger of the apocalypse, anyone?

so…yeah…the pwer went out this morning, as well. but there was no phone call, so it was nothing special.

i spent the entire pre-work portion of my day seemingly running late, but everything worked out to be right on time. that's a great feeling, especially after you're rushing around, stressing your shit, trying to get to where you need to be. then you show up right on time and you're like "hell yes, motherfucker! eat me, time!" and then you do a victory dance, poking your finger in some random passerby's face, yelling "motherfucker!" a couple more times, for good measure.

at least that's what I do…