Hurricane Sandy is on her way. As a resident of Pennsylvania, I’m following along with the traditional inclement weather protocol of panicking while purchasing bread and milk like it’s the end of the world.
As a journalist, this preparation includes a few extra things.
1. First, I fed the Boyermobile. It was hungry.
2. I stocked up on supplies. Need to keep my glucose up.
3. I loaded up my psychedelic orange gym bag with clothes and deodorant in case I’m stranded somewhere awkward tomorrow and can’t catch a boat to Walmart.
As you can see, I’m all ready for Sandy. I’m also halfway through my vodka and orange.
I’m going to finish that and get to bed.
Signing off, folks.