Pissing and Moaning

I don't want to make light of the suffering of my compadres who have been (I presume) without power for over 30 hours after yesterday's near-tornadic-force event took a big cheesy dump all over my local locality's utility infrastructure (although my friends who live in walled-off high-security enclosures where electricity never fails can, with all love, go fuck themselves, at least right at this moment, and even that's totally unfair, because I live in a neighborhood with buried utility lines, and it's not really supposed to happen here, either).

So it is not in the spirit of demeaning the longer-suffering that I lodge this plaint. Consider, though, the pathos of those of us who barely suffered during a 90-minute loss of power after yesterday's storms, emerging fully powered for last night and this day--then watched the lights die at about 9 PM this evening, on a perfectly calm, clear night, probably because my local electric power company flipped a switch somewhere. I'm posting this on my netbook, with my cellular modem, because I'm really pissed off, and this brief connection to something that operates on electricity is making me feel, for a few minutes, slightly more sane. This will not operate the machine that keeps me from snoring (and allows me to sleep in the same room as my beloved wife--in fact, that allows me to sleep at all, because I'm so fucking pampered that I sleep very poorly, if at all, when I can't use the machine). It will not...well, fuck it, that's really all I care about right now, actually. Never mind.

Fuck you, Pepco.

Update (7/27, 6:55 AM): I got up at 6:25 after sleeping poorly, but at least I had, thanks to the grace of Ilse, the bed; she was kind enough to take the couch. The power came on at 6:45.

Fuck you, Pepco.