Dreams and disaster.

I took a nap today and had my second terrible-apocalyptic-nightmare of the current 24-hour period. I think that the hurricane is finally getting to me. (Last night it was... an earthquake? This time it was some sort of plague). I've had this webcam open in a small window since last night- it belongs to a group of people who've stayed in their New Orleans office since last Sunday to keep their clients websites online. One of the guys has been blogging the whole thing- it's fascinating and scary and inspiring, really. I feel a little weird being such a voyeur, because I haven't actually done anything to help, but on the other hand there isn't really anything that I can do, besides give blood. I should give blood tomorrow, I think.

In scary-in-a-different-way-but-mostly-good news, I've started moving into the new place. Roommate has a bunch of his stuff in (he's had the whole month of August to move the occasional carload down), but I have yet to bring more than my guitar, some kitchen stuff, and a mattress that some friends of mine kindly donated to my cause. But today a bunch of my fambly was visiting and we brought my bike and a rocking chair Aunt A was getting rid of, and my FISH, so I think it's sort of becoming my home. On Thursday my roommate and my friend and I camped out in our living room and had an impromptu sleepover. The plan was to paint our nails and gossip about the boys we have crushes on, but since Roommate and Friend are heterosexual males, and also I couldn't find my nail polish (honestly more of a problem than the previous), we ended up just sleeping. It was lots of fun.