Come on, Irene

I think the hurricane has left NC.

It was quite anti-climactic here in the Triangle.

I'm exhausted, because I was on at New State Hospital last night and totally overcaffeineated myself and so now haven't slept since 6:30 yesterday morning. So, I'm going to go to bed. But we are all doing just fine here. Maggie's totally chilled out. Even the motorcycle made it through without blowing over.

I will leave you with this, one final act of rebellion against my "no people on the blog" rule before I go medicate myself into Morpheus' realm - My coffee shop buddy Chris put this together today after watching several hours of totally ludicrous weather-related coverage. I think it sums up the aftermath of the hurricane (here, two and a half hours inland) quite well....

Stoned

You know those days, when it feels like life just keeps pelting you with pebbles? Small things, a short sting, but over and over and at the end of the day you realize you're bruised and sore and you just want to go to bed?

It's been one of those days.

Except apparently what you do is whine over text message to your best friend, play Angry Birds for an hour, and then go to bed.