So this morning I woke up at 9.30a or so because I had to pee, and when I flipped the switch to turn on the light in the bathroom, nothing happened. The Blackout of '05!

So I went back to bed, because it wasn't time to get up yet, but I've been reading a lot of Midwestgrrl lately, and there keep being entries about blackouts and how she wonders if it's because she didn't pay the bill (though she always pays the bill), and me? I didn't pay the bill.

So I went upstairs, and their lights were off, too, so I knew that it was a real blackout. Then I thought, how funny, because while reading these blackout entries of Midwestgrrl yesterday, I kept thinking "Gosh, we haven't had a blackout in a long time!" And then I realized that I was just up and should stay up.

So I turned on my computer, realizing that I only have like an hour or less before my crap-ass battery runs out, and didn't want to waste the battery in case this really was the Blackout of '05, so I quickly checked the PSE&G website, typed in "blackout", and the very second I hit the search button, the lights flipped on.

Now that's some service! Thanks, PSE&G!

We've been leaving the door open at work when it's not freezing icy cold (and sometimes when it is!), which is swell, but sometimes means that weirdos can walk right into the lobby without any effort on their part, which I'm assuming will happen more and more often as the weather gets hotter and people get crazier.

Yesterday's Weirdo of the Day was a guy in his forties with a backpack and an unidentifiable foreign accent who needed to use the bathroom. Now, our bathrooms aren't open to the public during the day unless you are actually buying a ticket at the box office, so I said sorry, no. And he started going off on me.

"This is a public building! It's a code violation!"
"During the day, only the lobby is open, the bathrooms are downstairs and aren't open to the public."
"I am a lawyer from Philadelphia and I am going to issue a citation!"
"Why are you being so mean to me? Do you really think that that's going to make me want to let you use the bathroom?"

At that point the house manager came downstairs and stood at the door, so when he wandered out, he couldn't wander back in. She was much smoother than I was.

"What's your name? I want your name!"
"What does it matter what my name is? Having my name won't let you into the bathroom. There's a McDonald's right down the street, go there. Or next door in the deli."
"I want to pee here! I want to pee in your building!"
"Too bad."
"Call 911, because I am going to pee right here on the street right next to your building!"
"Who cares?"

So he did, he peed right there on the street right next to our building, and when he was done, he came back into the doorway, pulled up his zipper real obviously, and sneered "Have a nice day!" Stephanie and I burst out laughing.

Honestly, Philadelphia lawyers have a bad reputation already, he's not helping the image any.

Yesterday was opening night for one of the upstairs shows, which of course means floral deliveries all day long.

There was one gorgeous and absolutely huge bunch of flowers for one of the men in the show, and I noticed a small note on it saying "Masculine looking". So when they called in the order, they said, "It's for a guy, make it look manly."

I hate to break it to anyone, but unless it's a bouquet of thistles or tree branches, a bunch of flowers is going to look pretty feminine.

On my way to the theatre, the skies opened, but for once this entire week, I lucked out.

Not only was I able to wear my jacket because I had something to cover my computer, but I had, on a whim, decided to carry my regular purse instead of the Duane Read bag I've been lugging around for a couple of weeks, and in that bag is an umbrella.

The reason this was real luck was not because it was raining a little, or even a normal amount, but because it was raining so hard that at one point it started raining even harder, and in two steps my feet were completely soaked. This is not because I stepped in a puddle, but because it rained through the tops of my shoes.

At the show, there were over three times as many people as there were the night before!

Unfortunately, there were only three people the night before, and ten people last night. At least I got paid for doing the box office, but I only made $6 again on concessions, all on cupcakes. Three people involved in the show had one, and then a woman came with three kids, so of course that was the other three gone.

Speaking of the cupcakes, last night I made six more cupcakes and left them out on the counter under a tea towel, and when I got up this morning, the cat stepped on the cupcakes again! And it's too smooshed to sell, so I'm going to have to eat it myself, which is fine but frankly, I'd rather sell it.

I'm thinking, maybe I should move them to some surface in this apartment where the cats do not stomp around on their little cupcake-flattening feet? And then I remember o yeah, there isn't any such place! I could hang them from the ceiling, but then I would smack my head on them because my ceiling is so low.

I think it's the tea towel that does it, because if there is anything that my cats love, it's stepping on any piece of cloth that they come across, but it's courting disaster to leave those cupcakes uncovered on the counter. I think they will sell better with a thick layer of coconut on them rather than a thick layer of cat hair.

So it seems that a year ago today I changed the sheets on my bed. Maybe I'll change them again today. My version of spring cleaning.

Wait a minute, my entry of a year ago today is talking about a year ago yesterday! So I missed the annual sheet changing day! How ashamed I am.

Not that I really change my sheets only once a year. I think...

Today's horoscope:
Enough with placating others, enough with being serious and enough with the detective work. It's time for fun, and that's that. Feel free to enjoy some purely lighthearted entertainment.

One year ago today:
After it was over, I turned to Cynthia and said, "I had no idea that that many movie stars died at the Alamo!" and a guy walking past us said, "Some of them not nearly quickly enough!"

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