It’s Friday night, and my sis and I are waiting as Hurricane Ike makes his way up I-45.  As of 10:30pm, Ike’s path seems to be headed straight towards the Med Center.  Great.  But at least we’re stocked up on all kinds of chips and crackers and cake and other carb-goodness, so if my condo buckles under Ike’s winds at least we’ll be sleepy and bloated as we float away.

hurricane ration goodness

Looks like power’s going out around town.  I’m trying to learn Twitter, so maybe I can post updates through that.