William's new house is still standing. And he made it to the coast safely.
And that's the only good news I have really.
Gas is in short supply here. Not because its really in short supply, but because when the prices started rising everyone panicked, and bought huge amounts of gas. Now gas is god-awful expensive, and will be more so by the time the gas trucks get here.
People are stupid.
I, however, have (fairly) new tennis shoes and live like, a mile from Butler Hall. So unless I want to go to Walmart or Kroger, I'm probably ok. The only things we need right now are milk and bread, and i know we won't be able to buy those for like, a week anyway (people made a run on those, too). As long as we don't run out of pasta, I think Chad and I will survive (we sent all our soup and stuff with William).
The French Quarter is on fire. Which is weird, since it's also flooded. I know stuff like that happens, but it boggles my mind.
This is my brain..... in part, at least.
