My alarm went off promptly at 5:03am this morning, just like it does every weekday. Don't ask me why 5:03, because I couldn't tell you - it's not like I actually get my ass out of bed at that time. I used to, in Grade 11. Then I discovered my hair looked pretty decent in its natural curly state; don't need to get up to straighten my hair every day now? Better use that time to sleep! It's probably a habitual thing. Either that or it's some OCD part of me. But that's okay.
Anyway, I'm opening my eyes to the dark of my bedroom. The first thing I see is the red stare of the numbers on my digital alarm clock radio. I reach over to hit the snooze button and all of a sudden that noise-of-every-electric-appliance-or-thing-in-your-household-shutting-down happened and the red numbers are gone. Huh. What the hell just happened there? At first 5:03am half-asleep me thought I might have blown a fuse; there was still light coming from the night-light in the hallway (mainly there so if I or my brother need to stumble into the bathroom in the wee hours of the morning neither of us fall down the stairs). So I reached over to turn the lamp behind my bed on because it's plugged into another outlet. No dice. Feeling a little annoyed, I got out of bed and walked across the room to flick the light switch. Still no dice. Well hell. It took me forever to catch on - hey, it was 5am. I opened my bedroom door and looked down the stairs and saw nothing; it could have been a black hole down there, seriously. Normally there's a little night-light in the hallway down there, but the black abyss told me it was not on. Oh. So, the power's out. Great.
I didn't care that much. I mean, it was still 5am, and I wasn't going to need to get up until around seven to pack my bag, put on some clothes and slap on some makeup. I assumed it'd be back on in five minutes anyways. I shut my bedroom door quietly and listened for the sounds of heavy wind.
Except there was no sound of heavy wind. There was maybe a slight breeze. And some rain hitting the roof. Still not bothered, I set the alarm on my iPhone for 6:30. Open my eyes an hour later to see, well, not the red numbers of my alarm clock. Um. I shrugged, reset the alarm for 6:45 and closed my eyes for 15 more minutes of sleep. Mum rapped on the door to tell me the power was out. I mumbled back something sarcastic.
Finally crawled out of bed at around seven. Stumbling around in the dark I tried to find clothes that matched, by candle-light and the light of my laptop. I don't care what anyone says, getting dressed in the dark is hard. My bangs were an unruly mess (I usually straighten just them) but no power meant no straightener. I was past the point of caring - I really just wished the rest of the city was lacking power so I wouldn't have to go to school. But again, no dice.
What later annoyed me was that the power was on until I woke up. Literally seconds after I opened my eyes the power went off. Had it been spring or summer it wouldn't have mattered nearly as much, if at all - it's light out so early. But late January? It's dark until like, 7 or 7:30.
Redeeming part of my morning? We didn't leave for Halifax until after eight, which meant more naps for me. I also got a drive from Mum to Starbucks and to the front door of my school. So I didn't get drenched, that was cool.
So after the stressful morning, I decided I'd have a relaxing night. I indulged in a hot bath with a bath bomb from Lush. Yum!
Well, that was my day. I'm happily sitting in bed all nice and toasty blogging about it now, perhaps going to make some tea.
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