Weird

Some say the word “weird” is overused, but seeing as this isn't a paper to be turned in, I won't worry about it. Our power went out yesterday, but only parts of it. Nothing works on the main floor except the refrigerator and the outlets next to it, and upstairs only the wall outlets work. This morning I had to get dressed using a flashlight. I felt a little like a cat burglar deciding which clothes to steal. I chose a white cable-knit sweater and a gray wool skirt, which aren’t very exciting things to steal. A real burglar would have gone for my Jimmy Choos.

I’ve always felt very weird showering with the power out. It’s that same burglarish feeling, as though I don’t want anybody to know that I’m in there.

Last night was weird too. We couldn’t cook (darn electric stove), so we went to Applebee’s and I got alfredo. Alfredo is always a bad idea, but I fall for it every time! (Note to self: Applebee’s isn’t the best idea either.) Also, in the frenzy of power outage I forgot all about The O.C. Blast! (We have an upstairs TV, so it would have been possible to view it.) I did remember my visiting teaching though, and it’s like I always say: better to remember one’s visiting teaching and forget The O.C. than the other way around. Gold star for me.

“You…always say that?”—what movie?

I’m starting to think, really, that maybe I don’t like The O.C. as much as I thought I did. I’ve forgotten to watch it every week for like a month now. I’m thinking that’s a good thing.

Speaking of T.V. and weird, Law & Order ended weirdly on Wednesday. They fired Bad Actess McGee, finally. (The blond lawyer who’s Jack’s assistant or partner or whatever, who generally delivers her lines as though the person she’s talking to is deaf.) The final line of the episode, right after she’s fired: “Is this because I’m a lesbian?” [pause] “No. No, of course not.” [pause] “Good…good.” Hm…I’m thinking the writers of this show are slacking off a little in the cliffhanger department.

Our neighbor Brian the Electrician is coming over today to take a look at the lighting situation. I hope he figures it out, because I don’t like feeling like a burglar. Plus it’s annoying to try to close the garage door by hand after you back out of the garage. And it’s not like I’m going to park in the driveway. P’shaw.

Something else weird: the computer in the office next to me keeps making this error noise that sounds exactly like the first note of “Da Doo Ron Ron” by Shawn Cassidy. Also weird that I made that connection so easily.