end of the strange night

Yeah, now it's turned into a somewhat surreal but decidedly less all-out *strange* morning. For one thing, the power's come back on. It switched on a couple hours ago, not certain of the exact time.

After I wrote the last entry, I wandered out in to the hallway to see if I could find anyone else around; this place was deathly silent I swear! I wound up running (not literally) into two girls from third floor, Brianna and... I want to say Erica? I should remember this but don't. I'll have to catch up with them later and ask, or something. And we all figured heck, why hang around inside where it's darker than heck and just as scary when we can hang around outside where at least the car park has faint lights probably running on a backup generator, and where at least there's *some* sound. Cue all three of us parking it on the sidewalk and chatting for maybe fifteen minutes. Fun! Who'd've thought?

So I walk back in here with a frozen bum on account of that cement was frakking cold! sit down and proceed to go fanfic sniffing and while I'm in the midst of that, the lights and everything else come back on. Yay!

Probably a good thing I didn't try getting to sleep, what with the power outage that apparently was all over campus--Ben, did things go dark where you were? and with the... *cough* everything else. Sharded radio. I'm hopeless, aren't I?

Tempted to start working on a fic that's been bugging me intermittently since catching Holo Pursuits yesterday afternoon. *Gasp* a Holo Pursuits post ep that has very little to do with Reginald Barclay! Unlikely, introspective and you guessed it: another darn Geordi-Leah fic. People are probably getting sharded sick of those muses by now, but when you gotta scribble... :)

Oh, shards. An hour till linguistics... bleh, I say! If it weren't for the awesome professor, I'd bug off and do the washing. Oh well...