…ok, so it’s not El Nino but it’s a big fricken storm.

I’m trying to be as prepared as I can this time around. You know, hand cranked flash light, candles, book light, full tank of gas, cash…blah blah blah.

Ugh, this is really not what I needed. I was so nearly free. Tomorrow marks the end of “crazy ass sonofabitch Brando working his poor, sexy ass off” with the Gala event that has been the source of nearly all my large amounts of overtime lately.

Could I enjoy that?

Noooooooooooooo. Big ole bitch Sandy has to come waltzing her way up the coast.

Oh well, at least the past few days have been quite enjoyable. Yesterday was Birdemic with B. Billy B. and some work peeps, and then tonight I hung with D-Rock and saw an amazing little film called Cabin in the Woods.

I’m hoping to spend the next month kicking back and indulging myself a little more. Spend more evenings stargazing, a trip to Boston, cigars on the deck, movies, game nights, perhaps continue my attempts to woo a healthy human female…you know, the good life.

But then again, next month, Netflix Instant Watch get’s a looooooooooot of good sh*t…so there’s that.

Just need to survive through Wednesday…hopefully with power, although I’m not even remotely optimistic on that front. Where I’m at, it’s not a matter of “if” I lose power, but rather “for how long,” which is why I’m making and bagging ice in my freezer like a frigging madman. I will NOT lose my delicious pork roast dammit!!

You hear me Sandy???? YOU WILL NOT HAVE MY PORK ROAST!!!!!!