While (or shortly after) Conbon was stuck in an elevator, Pittsburgh (or at least the not-at-all-even-remotely-square-like block that I live on) experienced a black out.  Fortunately, not while I was similarly stuck in an elevator (though I did go to the elevator with a candle and knock on the door to taunt anyone that may have been stuck inside—I am an asshole).

But!  I was on the ninth floor!  So I was essentially stuck!  Unless I wanted to take the terrifyingly dark staircase down nine floors with a pomegranate-scented candle.  Which I did not.

So Eugene and I made turkey burgers and consumed entirely too much wine for a Sunday night while chainsmoking entirely too much.  I did all of this while completely neglecting and disregarding a presentation that I’m woefully unprepared for.  But the power was out!  So I can excuse it to myself.

Now that the power has returned, I can go to sleep in the comfort of my overly air conditioned room.