Looked at the cable box: dark. The power was out.
Doh! After fumbling my way to the bathroom, lighting some candles and tracking down the wind-up flashlight my mother bought me at Christmas "in case of an earthquake" **sidenote: where are you earthquake! i wait and wait and still you don't come!** i went outside to check the fuse box.
in case you don't know, which i am assuming you do not, this is very funny because i know nothing about home repair and even less about fuses. i have heard people talk about "blowing a fuse" and "changing fuses," although where i would go to buy a fuse at 1 a.m. in San Francisco is truly a question I cannot answer. maybe i could take one out of someone else's fuse box? fuse theft?
In any case: I open the cover and it is immediately apparent that several of the fuses aren't going the same way as the others. I flip the switches to match the rest and viola! I have power!
Is it really this easy? I could be an electrician!
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Tomorrow I am going to a fancy restaurant for the S.F. equivalent of Dine Out New York. These uber-fabulous places offer multi-course menus at reasonable prices to try and draw new clientelle. I am going to take in $4 million worth of glass sculptures in the underwater theme. I would really like to have $4 million to spend on underwater glass decorations. Or just $4 million. You know, whatever.
Let it also be known that afew of my friends have dubbed this the year of 200XXX. I have been trying to do my part, but so far it's not going so well. I saw a shooting star tonight, so let's hope this all changes tomorrow.