NOTE: This harrowing tale was originally recorded using the
ancient methods of a pencil and paper. It was transcribed Monday night in a
format easily readable by others (because no one can read my handwriting) and
set to autopost throughout the week.
Translation: Jessica was unable to watch “My Name is Earl”
reruns on Netflix after a nasty windstorm knocked out power for several days,
so she continued to blog on paper. She watches too many apocalyptic movies, so
the second she has access to Netflix you will find her motionless on the couch
rewatching “The Stand”, because that’s what she’s been comparing her
experiences to all weekend (even though they didn’t have smart phones or iPods).
Oh, and also the #Anniesmove episode of Community.
TUESDAY 1 p.m.: The lights came back on at the Advocate this
morning. We were able to move back upstairs a couple hours ago.
I got my hopes up after I got a text from my landlord, so an
hour ago I ran home to check. Still no lights on at home L I’m getting anxious,
mostly because many areas of Newark are coming back up but I’m still in the
dark. If the lights are still off tonight I’m going to go to Brandie’s to do
laundry and take a long, hot shower.
Breakfast was melon and a protein bar. Lunch was almond
butter on rice cakes. I really want some real food, something that doesn’t have
a bar code or come in a package.
