Happy Zombie Jesus Day!

Caro and I were totally exhausted yesterday. She spent Saturday on a plane coming home from Chicago, so she had an excuse. I just had a sore back and legs, don't really know why.

So we crawl outta bed around noon and have some leftovers for lunch. Around one, the power goes out.

We check the bills (yeah, they're paid) and call the apartment answering service. They get a guy out here who sees that it's not just our apartment, but all of them in the whole building. He resets the building breaker and apartment breakers, to no avail. He calls the power company.

Centerpoint comes out, trips the breakers and gets power back on for 15 minutes before it all shuts down again. The problem is that out building has a bad main breaker. Nothing he can do, tells the office to call their electricians.

Around 4, the electricians are here, scratching their asses, trying to figure out where they're gonna get a 1200 amp breaker at 4pm on a Zombie Jesus Sunday. At 7pm, we decide to go out for dinner.

Carrabba's that the best Caesar Fucking Salad in Houston. Hands Down.

We eat, watch a little of the cubs game, kill some time at Walgreens ("Hey, do you have the bloody hooker deluxe edition of the ShamWow!?") and head home.

It's 10pm. They're still working. We figure it's time for bed anyway. We're still exhausted.

11:00: Power's back on. I go downstairs to congratulate the electricians on a job well done (sic) but they're gone. Oh well. At least we got lights again.