Tropical Storm Ernesto targets ... now it's Florida again

Hmph. Friday night football could get rained out here. Yeah, they cancel games because of rain. Fuckin pussies.

 

Until we got afternoon showers for 4 days at the end of last week, my county's drought index was back over 600 again. From that point of view, it could be a very good thing.

 

my shutters are now closed. i am sitting here drinking malt liquor waiting for the power to go off. it's pouring and windy outside -- i know this from opening the door which isn't the smartest idea when you have your shutters closed, but i know the actual storm isn't here so i figured it'd be OK. the tallboy cans of schlitz caught my eye when i was in the gas station buying ice. can't remember the last time i drank malt liquor. hey, it's not like i'm driving anywhere today. and i don't have anywhere to be other than in my house.

 

And thus the term "tropical depression" is born.

 

I'm more worried about the fireball coming off the Cape Verde Islands than I am about this way overcovered tropical storm.

 

hey, i'm not depressed!

 

i'm coming close to losing my mind. i drank my two tallboy cans of malt liquor. i wonder if i should try eating everything in my fridge and freezer just in case we lose power. ice cream and shrimp-an enticing combo. maybe i'll top it with chocolate sauce. there's nothing to do. everything is closed or is about to close and they want you off the roads by this time of day. i guess i should be studying. or reading. or watching a movie. or doing something else productive like uh, i don't know, whittling? instead i'm transfixed by the inane ramblings of the helmetheads on tv. and they're not saying anything i care about other than pointing out that the people kiteboarding right now are stupid and taking a huge risk.

 

I sense an "Ask Drunk Leo" thread coming on.

 

Keep drinking Schlitz and you will be

 

nah. i didn't think you could get hungover just three hours after starting drinking but i guess i'm wrong. i've got a headache. ugh. schlitz malt liquor, chocolate fudge sauce (had tons in the fridge), hurricanes and boredom don't mix so well. jesus i hate ernesto.

 

Danger Jim, reporting live from South Beach.

It's over.

 

Have Stephanie Abrams' nipples made an appearance yet?