Apartment has had stroke. No electricity on right side of apartment. No air conditioning. Have to sit around waiting for Pepco. Have been sitting around waiting for Pepco all day. Cannot go out. Is Friday night. This would be more annoying if I weren't utterly knackered from last night's shenanigans.
So on Wednesday I have an interview with the Director of Foreign Policy at Cato. This is step 2 on my path towards utter world domination. Step 1, I have to say, is that dress I got the other day.
Oh wow, the Pepco people are here. Wait...they...they're here? My god. They're only 8 hours late. That was only semi-utterly inefficient. Bet they have no idea what's wrong or how to fix it. Or that they are not really Pepco, but Children of the Corn. This is equally plausible. Need food, brain not functioning. Hope satay comes into it somewhere.