did anybody catch me in the crowd on RAW tonight?

gotta love a boy who will lower his high cultural standards and surprise you with pro-wrestling tickets on a monday night. and buy a rey mysterio hat.

yet another "stop my life! i want to get the fuck off!" kind of afternoon. there are not enough hours in the fuckin' day, not enough dollars in my fuckin' bank account, and not enough reasons why being adult is worth it right now.

back to trying to do everything all at once. or something.

glad to have other new orleans refugees here in pensacola this time around and much better information than the cable networks could ever offer.

anyone who wants real news from New Orleans, check out nola.com and WWL.com (streaming live local coverage!). CNN is shitty, by all reports. locals are twittering from their cell phones with better information.

hurrication means drinking one's self to sleep. goodnight, new orleans. i miss you.

bevbev and i need more new orleans evacuees to sit up in vigil with us.

we are the only people awake on this sleepy block. hello?

saving the last of the old new orleans rum to do shots when the hurricane hits.

moving into the drunk and morose phase of hurrication 2008.

if this hits the way they say it will at this point...it's not katrina part deux. it's just fucking fucked.

that said: never give up! never surrender!

in pensafuckingcola. left the haus last night. the last time i took down my porch swing i couldn't go home for a month. this time they say it's my side of the river that's fucked. no good tv here at this little house by the bay. just me and bevbev and a weak internets. that's good.

keeps me from panicking. but my boy is in traffic in slidell and there's that thing out on the water and being here under these circumstances again is strange and unreal. so i'll go grab a beer and hope for nothing.

no, really, guys - i miss my fucking friends.

- watching my children fail

as an aside, this is made no easier by being the sole teacher put in the position of defending their failure. it's a horribly heavy thing to carry. this is quite possibly one of the worst things i have ever felt. anyway, it's on the list.

i hate the thought of quitting derby. but right now i hate the thought of going back and having to look those people in the face. i might punch someone.