10 p.m. Tuesday -- I'm alive! Promise.
I am, however, this close to needing a trailer and meal service from FEMA but not because of any new natural disaster. It's more like a disaster of dumb people.
Since Sunday night, I've been having messaging, voicemail, and general telephone issues. I bought a new phone on Monday. I thought all was well in the world.
Little did I know that I've spent most of Tuesday missing all kinds of messages. I called the fine folks at the American Telephone & Telegraph company. The operator told me the towers on West 3rd, LaGuardia Place and Bleecker street are badly damaged. Those three streets surround my apartment and aren't far from my office.
"What does that mean?" I asked.
"Um... It means...they're damaged...bad," she said.
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Now all of the above happened after I overheard the following exchange outside my office. This is from one very well educated EDUCATOR to a young well educated individual.
"Oh. This semester has been so stressful. We had the hurricane and then there was Columbus Day."
I didn't have it in me to go out there and ask what the fuck was so stressful about Columbus Day.
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Just remember I am alive. I'm not ignoring you. Call me.