Hurricane-Fucking-Ike

Ladies, gentlemen, I give you Cameron at his most furious. Why, you ask?

-No power. Experts say I get it back Saturday. FUCKING SATURDAY. I run my life on the fucking internet. I cook food from a refrigerator in the microwave. I have a phone to charge and a million little details to take care of and every one requires power. I have no power because Doug Kyde has a tree in his yard that should have been removed years ago that is now on the power line. Lines downed by trees and negligence are rated dead last on Duke Energy's priority list, so I get to spend two percent of a fucking year with no electricity and watch the food in my fridge and freezer go bad because Dougie is a fucking motoard.
-My right wrist is mistreating me. Again. It was pissing me off in June, but I ignored it and it stopped being an issue after about a week. Normally, there's no issue. I can just be careful at work. Last night, I had a 59-line, 569-hub order. Hubs, mind you, are 10 pounds each on average and come in boxes of four. Moving 5000 pounds of stock with a bum wrist is just a bit painful. The whole day went like that, too. By the end of the shift, I moved easily four tons of auto parts and returned home to learn the above about when I'd get power again.
-Due to goddamn Ike, gas went from an almost-acceptable $3.70 to $4.15. Four dollars and fucking fifteen cents per gallon. Over the course of twelve hours. On the bright side, I have no access to a secure internet connection, so I have to go to the bank to see how much money I have left.
-Last Wednesday. Yes, a week from today. Five days before the storm hit. I saw the predictions. They called the path of Ike, it's strength, and the damage done. They had it within a few miles. They knew this five days before the first winds picked up and nobody did shit to prepare for it. Nobody. This makes it just like every other disaster in this god-forsaken city. We always ignore the warnings and then wonder how the fuck something like this could have happened.
-My only source of music is the Jetta. I have access to whatever I have on CD at present. Unfortunately, I listen to a fuckton of stuff I don't have on CD or can access only through MySpace and YouTube.

I was gonna be home this weekend. Maybe go camping with Crystal or something, or hang out with Alicia and the other friends I've been neglecting. I'd have talked to Sarah online and whatnot and it'd be just fine. I'll be in Hillview again. I'm not complaining. Not at all. But it is expensive to drive there once a week. I'm going to drive back home now, stopping at Starbucks on the way. I'm gonna dig through my closet for more cargo pants, because the washing machine requires electricity. I'm going to fucking murder Doug fucking Kyde with a goddamn axe, should I see the fat ugly fucker.

I haven't been this stressed out since February, when I realized I was about to be a college dropout.