I sympathize with hurricane victims

Yes, it's a Saturday night, and I am sitting here by myself writing a post on my blog because, well, I'm pretty much trapped in my house. It started raining here around 7 p.m. and it hasn't let up much since then. And when I say it's raining, I don't mean that there are little sprinkles and droplets of water cascading dreamily down from the sky. No, instead there are sheets of large, spear-shaped daggers of water pelting everything, including me, my car and my windows, which I foolishly left open this morning.

I just attempted to go out and meet a friend at a bar downtown, but it was a futile quest. While the street that my apartment is located on is not flooded, every single street that surrounds it is covered in about two to three feet of water. It's one of the most bizarre things I've ever seen. I've never been trapped in my house by water -- snow, on the other hand, is more common, given that I live in Minnesota.

It's oddly unsettling, and I'm starting to feel somewhat claustrophobic. Even if I wanted to leave and go to the grocery store, for instance, or to rent a movie so I'd at least have something to do, I can't. My car can barely handle two inches of water, much less two feet covering the roadway. Oh well, at least I have my episodes of Friends on DVD. Monica and Chandler are always good company.