My sister called me today and asked if I was prepared for the hurricane and I answered her with a very honest no. And I really don’t plan on “getting prepared” either.

I’ve resigned myself to the inevitability of these storms. I don’t know if I’m just disillusioned or whether I just firmly believe this particular hurricane won’t affect me, either way, my attitude is becoming quite melancholic.

I don’t want it to hit the gulf coast (which it most likely won’t), but I don’t want it to come here either. I just want it to go away. Somewhere nonexistent. Poof.

I wonder if this is what the end of days is like? Slowly we’re all wiped out with monumental environmental changes. I’ll stop before I drag you all down with me.

If anyone is in the path of Wilma, I wish you all well. Please be safe.