I will probably regret writing this, but... preparation for Hurricane Sandy is a pain in my ass, and as I told my mom around 3 p.m., I'm just not into it.
My candles are out and ready. I'm going to look for my flashlight now. How long is this going to last?
I went to the grocery store in my neighborhood. A war zone comes to my mind, and I just couldn't handle it. I left, and headed to Duane Reade. Here's what I bought: Doritos, cookies, nuts, Diet Coke, oatmeal. Oh, and some extra-cheddar Goldfish.
Want to come for dinner?