I've managed to escape to Mitchell Park Library, although I nearly got killed on 280, attempting to get here. Lightning struck a tree right next to the highway and a car fishtailed off the road. Thank god we were all going thirty miles an hour, otherwise that would've been the end of us.
I just want it to be over soon--down with the cold pizza and the foul smelling evergreen scented candle. I can't even describe it, but it certainly doesn't smell like Christmas tree as it was lauded. On the plus side, I have a power source, just nothing to charge my computer with.