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All of the lights..... are off

Cop lights, flash lights, spot lights
Strobe lights, street lights
(All of the lights, all of the lights)

        Well, some of the lights are on. Like cop lights. They never go off. If they did, I think no one would be safe outside their houses.

        So, I left my Aunt's house on thursday because I had to attend Agape summer training. The meeting went well. It was basically the highlight of my coming home to le 'belt. On Friday, I went to an allnight prayer vigil that my church was  holding. About one third of the way throught the time we were supposed to be there, the lights flickered and then went, off. I knew that the service would not meet an arubt end when tablet and phone screens shone like holy grails into the pitch black room accompanied by the continued singing of my fellow church goers.
        When church was over, my mind quickly went to where I'd be laying my head that night. That's when it registered in my head that Greenbelt might have lost power too. Luckily, I was wrong. While some were sleeping sans AC, I was so cool i actually had to use a blanket.Iit was a thin one, but still. The next morning, a Saturday, I had to go buy stuff from Safeway. Boy was it crowded! people from all over were coming there to get food because their locasl grocery stores were out of power. After getting my things from Safewa, I went to the Dollar Tree, wh\ere many people where buying batteries, flashlights, aand candles. I stared down my nose at them thinking, "Oh, poor commoners. I guess not all are priveledged enough to remain undisturbed by a simple storm." I wallked out of the store with my egoi inflated. Only to go home watch tv some and then experience the debilitating event.
        It was a hot, hot night. That is until the lights came back at 2:00a.m. this morning. I was so happy!Just the thought of AC gave me hope as I lay there like the corpse of a victim at a crime scene.
        The lights went off again today. Fortunately, I would not b e restingmy head in the power-less Greenbelt, but in the power-full Odenton.
  
        Yes, I am baby sitting again. But the "babies" rent home right now. They went to a barbecue, so i can chill/relax and watch me some Big on viki.com 

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