Actually, I count myself lucky. I wasn’t in a subway or an elevator. Did you see me on TV? We were the crowd of 35,000 people waving at the helicopters as we waited for ferries to NJ. You know, suprisingly most people were pretty chill, and I met some really nice folks, that still had their senses of humor entact the seven hours after we started waiting. So standing for 7 hours, then walking a couple of miles on the Jersey side – not a bad deal really. I’d like to give a couple of shout-outs:

• Poland Spring – diseased or not, I really like your water. Plus you deliver cheap to my office. I grabbed several bottles of your refreshing H20 on my way out the door and myself and the people that were passing out in the line next to me appreciated it.
• The English Mum – thank god for the Brits and their fucked up sense of humour. I’m so glad I was standing next to you. There’s a reason wit rhymes with Brit
• The Cute Couple on the Ferry – you two were nice subsititues for the Brit when we got separated.
• PSEG – for turning on my electricity at 3am in the morning exactly when I was thinking to myself, “if I sweat anymore, this normal mattress will become one of those waveless waterbed mattresses, and while kinda cool, that would suck.”
• Parents in another part of the country – who were more than happy to relay news from CNN to me and 35,000 of my closest frineds.
• NYPD, FDNY, PAPD, NJ State Police, Weehawken PD, Hoboken PD, Red Cross – yeah. In case you guys didn’t know this already, you all rock.

And now the list of those now on the shitlist:

• cell phone companies – yeah, i know, lack of power… capacity… but it’s been 2 years, you haven’t upgraded yet?
• NY Waterways – thanks for the free trip but it would have been nice if you could have at least secured a bullhorn from someone and let us know what the plan was, that would have been great.
• Loud bitchy lady – you’re the only person I heard complain loudly all day, and considering it was about the fact that we were letting a little girl having an asthma attack up to the wrong of the line ahead of you… yeah, we know you’re tired. So are we. Go on a diet and shut the fuck up.
• me – for only having perishable food in the house.

blah.