A hurricane is coming! Panic in the streets! Power outages! Floods! Storms! Wombats!

Absolutely all the hotels are filled up with evacuees. Which concerns me not at all, not needing a hotel myself.

Hurricane Rita should be greatly diminished by the time it reaches Longview, though I have heard predictions that the storm may well stall directly on us. Dr. Kubricht started class yesterday saying he'd heard the eye of the storm would pass very near Longview. We shall see.

Symphony was cancelled. :( Postponed, I should say. We'll still go. Pebble, Dex and I... we have to convince Geoff to go.

I am constantly amazed how my schedule can be packed with something I have to be doing, literally without pause for the majority of a day. I look forward to 4 PM. That is when I won't be *having* to do anything.

But, you say, you are not doing anything right now.

Well, that's because I should be doing the reading for Lit Crit which is in half an hour, but at this point, I am going very A.D.D., having had a test in American Foreign Policy just a while ago.

No further progress has been made on my songs. Perhaps, very much perhaps, this weekend.

I detect some very small rays of lyrical inspiration.

Hurricanes aren't what I call fun, but I must say I wouldn't mind a long, unrelenting, drenching rain of mediocre intensity. Perhaps a thunderclap here or there just for effect.

Finding a quiet, cool place alone, with a jacket and cup of hot hot coffee, watching the rain, and writing about something... that sounds like the ideal use of this weekend.