it feels like...did anyone see that movie identity?

*chirp*

yeah, i didn't think highly of it. but john cusack! good!

of all the places to be in a persistent rain such as this-- bowditch hall. let alone the motel with the numbers and the keys and such. what we have here are some confused people, some taking the situation better than others. rampant speculation, a threat of electrical fires, ever-cloaking weirdness, and constantly falling water. chaos on a controlled scale approaching the level of "but i don't have enough clothes" rather than "we're all gonna die," but an issue nonetheless.

so here's what happened: i've been away since wednesday night, intending to return sunday (or, if you will, today) to stay overnight in spartan conditions (reminiscent of orientation, but add an ibook and subtract whitey mchitler) and take a final on monday morning. then flooding got going, the roads didn't look good, so i drove in with patty and we gave laura a ride in as well. now, with the current state of emergency and unfortunate flooding of surrounding areas, it doesn't seem likely that finals will actually take place in the morning.

so what then?

a common question. no matter what, it will be terribly inconvenient, especially considering that the dorms are supposed to close on tuesday at five. finals would theoretically be moved to wednesday. what then indeed?

six days of rain, almost certainly a seventh directly ahead. is it hyperbolic to start talking about this as biblical?

it is, but the state of emergency and state of confusion merge into an elixir of panic as persistent as the rain itself, though still on a low, subconscious level. we become uncomfortable. laura just called the people who are supposed to know and apparently they don't know. "no decision has been made."

i hate being between things like this.