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It's possible that it's entirely too early for me to come up with something new to talk about so soon, but then if you inferred that, you certainly don't know me. This morning had been a lovely palette of whites and blues, and now the wind is howling something fierce outside and I have the strangest urge to find some caramel ice cream to curl up with and watch time loops of cities. Hurricane Sandy has knocked out the power in parts of Brooklyn, threw the garbage can around the back, and pulled the electricity from the lights so they flicker ever so often and I have a small, silent breakdown in my mind. As for chat, we were pretty confused, but that's what always happens when there's some sort of disaster imminent on the horizon.

Nothing much to say besides that I really hope school gets canceled because getting back into Manhattan will be ridiculous and I will have so much stuff strapped to my back.