I think you'll find this funny.
Things got pretty interesting the other day. Some
fool hit our power transformer for my street and apartment complex. He drove right into it and broke it apart and fell down this landscaped embankment we have in front of my apartments and caused the whole street to black-out!
This happened Tuesday night. Well I couldn't finish my work on my computer, and I had to run out and buy candles. (I had a few, but not exactly "Castle Dracula.") - I said it that way because the store had mostly Halloween candles *roll your eyes*
I was just coming home from the gym after my workout too - and so here I was: a bachelor with an electric oven, range, and no way to use his microwave!!! (the last part's really awful!) And I'm hungry after I exercise for sure! So I go to Denny's as it's the closest restaurant and they still had power. I had a hamburger. Then I go to the grocery store and buy candles. I can't pull into my parking lot because the police are there arresting the guy (probably for drunk driving) and the firetruck is there making sure his car's not catching fire. So I park all the way up the street
as everyone's got cars all over the place here because school just got started, and I walk back only to find I have no more matches after "x" number of summer BBQ's. That's after ranksacking my kitchen with only the light of my "Obi-Wan Kenobi lightsaber." (I knew I bought that for a good reason!) So it's back to the grocery store for some matches. Thank God the college store is 24 hours! OK, so then I get back and the power company is there with power tools going off at 1 o'clock in the morning trying to restore the transformer. And police are questioning witnesses and want to know if I
usually walk around with a lightsaber. Sure. Doesn't everybody? OK now. So now I'm home and I can light up my "bloody-Transylvanian-Gothic-Death- Candles" and the 8 "Magic Pumpkin" ones which were the only other ones available. Fine. Well I'd been at the gym and I'm still in my sweat clothes. I take care of myself and my home, and when I get home from the gym I go to
bed only after I clean up, shampoo and all. Well there's nothing like a shower by candlelight, right? In another situation if I had some company, it'd kind of be romantic...well I suppose that's a bubble bath, huh? NOT IN COLD WATER!!! I have an electric water heater. Sure the warm tank lasted right until I had shampoo in my hair. Next thing I know, my voice has
changed it's pitch for 24 hours!!! OK, I cope with that.
But Tuesday when we got power back, I could finally shave (with my electric razor of course), and finish my work about half a day later. Welcome to "life when you move away from home and live at college!" I thought you might enjoy that true story. Probably a little more than I did. He-he. Hah-hah. I know... but the moral of the story is - "never move out on your own unless you have a lightsaber."
I guess my night just proved what every Star Wars fan should know. Now if the police would just let me out of this psychiatric ward... - I keep telling them I don't think I'm Luke Skywalker!
Anyway, I hope you're laughing because I had to. That's life. You can't go through it without a sense of humor. And I was just kidding about that last part. I am Luke Skywalker!
-er Tycho Celchu, I mean.
"Yes Rogue Leader. I am O.K. to fly - no, seriously."