The deafening silence in my room woke me with a start. In my groggy state I spent several moments unsure of what was happening, and then... a scream.

The power had gone out, and when it came back on the house alarm smurfing barked when everything came back on. I got up and checked all my websites... and it shut off again. Dammit. I was feeling an abnormal amount of anxiety besides, so I curled up with my Nook and a Xanax and took a nap.

When I woke up I cleaned the smurf out of the kitchen. If you are unsure of what the term "gleam" means, check out my kitchen and be schooled. I also blogged at some point.

And then I showered, dressed, and made the depressing trek to Wal Mart. I hate Wal Mart.

Now I'm going to go see Iron Man 2.