Saw Glitter Tuesday night. It was bad. It was so bad, I've become a bit of a conspiracy theorist about it, thinking it was a set up by her record company to make it easier to sever her contract. Soundtrack wasn't bad, though. What happened to the Mariah Carey of our youth, the fun, non-hoochy thing? She's probably hanging out with the Whitney Houston of our youth; we haven't seen her in years, either.
My last camp as RHD finished up Wednesday. I still work desk for a few more weeks, but, for all practical purposes, my conference season is over. It feels weird, I've never been this worn out by conferences. Maybe it is time to call it quits. I have between now and February to think about it, so there is no need to be hasty.
Tornado Warning last night, so I was almost late for work. Get to work finally to find out . . .
we had no power!!! I think I handled it well, though. I dug the little radio out of the emergency bag, used the big old battery lantern and settled in for a long night, since there is no way to turn off the emergency lighting. Battery backup on the phones didn't fail, so I don't have to worry about any recipient rights issues (wipes forehead and says "whew"). Power came back at 1234a, so I was without power for less than an hour. Beth said it had been off for about forty-five minutes when I got here, so I now know that the phone battery lasts about two hours, at least.
I think I'm going back to bed for a few hours when I get out of here. I need the sleep more than I need to move my stuff to the apartment.