(And I even had a writers' group meeting scheduled for Monday night. Woe.)
Also, my fool stepbrother and his wife went to Jamaica knowing! KNOWING! that the hurricane was coming. My stepfather's been running around in circles trying to make sure he's okay, and he finally found out that everyone's fine; the resort just doesn't have power now. Brilliant.
Still cleaning. Have I mentioned the cleaning? The Clean Your Living Space Or Else Ultimatum? I loathe heavy-duty cleaning. ("If you'd do light cleaning, you wouldn't have to do heavy cleaning." "Shut up.") It's progressing slowly, mostly because... I hate cleaning. Love organizing. Hate cleaning. However, the upside to this is that I found a metric ton of awesome shit, including but not limited to a packet of incense sticks, four pretentious French truffles, a box of raspberry tea, a pair of beloved earrings, three keyboards (only two work), my favorite lip balm, two pocketknives, a bottle of vodka (1/3 full), two hair scrunchies, two bags of cough drops, assorted sinus medication, a gardenia candle, nine tea lights, a bag of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, a manicure kit, four vials of perfume (not BPAL), a box of staples, two staplers, five pens, three Lemony Snicket books, two Harry Potter books, two brand-new spiral notebooks, a pack of tarot cards, a doll shoe, and $40.37. I used the first twenty dollars of that to go see Look at Me last week (and go out to lunch), and I'm using the second half to go see Fantastic Four tonight, and whatever's left over will go to a non-coffee beverage of my choice at the writers' meeting, should it actually take place. Depending on the outcome of the storm, hip waders may also be purchased; we'll have to see.