No lights. Updated!

This sucks. It's like, a trillion degrees out, maybe a little bit hotter than the surface of the sun, and now the electricity has gone out. But here's the irony:

I'm in this big apartment complex, and I've rented a room from people I know. During the Great Blackout of 2004 or 2003, when I was sweltering, this person was bragging to me about how it was great--his buildingg was on a seperate generator, and they had power. But now, I've moved into those buildings, and we've become the place in NYC where there's no power.

Pardon my French, but what the fuck?

So, here are some random, stream-of-consciousness writings, for your enjoyment pleasure/disgust, whichever word suits your opinion the best. They are informed by thoughts I've considered recently, as well as a certain degree of delirium imposed by the lack of air conditioning on this hottest of nights.

...Pardon my French. Where does that expression come from? Are the French known for their vulgarity? Or are swear words actually, truly French words? Perhaps I might someday go to France, to one of their famous cafes, and hear these words in their natural language?

"Ass shit fuck cock balls dick dick?"

"Fuck bitch whore ass!"

"Oh! Dick dick fuck shit."

"Asshole whore balls?"

"Bitch."

Is that a conversation in French?

...Why does the battery on my computer suck?

...I wonder why the people in the building across from me, which also has no power, seem to be doing some kind of morse code with their flashlights. Dozens of people seem to be aiming their flashlights at each other--including someone who seems to want to do morse code communication with me, as he is aiming his flashlight through my window. Is this some sort of Russian thing that was learned during the blackouts of the Soviet days?

...Was that an anti-Soviet comment?

...I wish they didn't stop making Za-rex. That stuff was awesome.

...Atari.

I was just about to post the line "Fat kids," and then realized that this would make no sense. So, as I continue to drift into a senseless stupor, which, as I noted earlier, is based upon my lack of sleep and, more importantly, my lack of airconditioning, I'll sign off.

Vive le fat kids!

Updated!

Well, yesterday evening was horrendous, obviously. At least the post above seems to make some amount of sens. But this morning... I got up and found that all the lights were on--of course. My phone wasn't charged, the computer wasn't charged.

Ok, I thought to myself, whatever. I went to take a shower, and noticed that warm, instead of hot, water was pouring from the faucet. This is fine--It's been, to say as we do in the Grafton Hill area of Worcester, Massachusetts, wicked hot, kid. But, as people do when taking showers and washing their hair, I closed my eyes to ensure that no soap would run into them. When I opened my eyes, I noticed that my entire body was covered in some sort of brown sludge. Worse, more brown sludge was raining down on me from the shower faucet.

Let me be eloquent here, and express my thoughts, once again, in French: What the fuck?! Was that pipe sludge? Sewage?! Returning to French: Fuck, fuck, fuck! A million times, fuck!

I spoke on the phone yesterday to friends, late in the evening, and complained about a few things, including, of course, the power outage and the heat, as well as an earlier phone call I had received. I may have referred to that aglomeration of heat/no electricity/troublesome phone call as a "shit storm."

Now, I'm worried that my shower was a shit storm.