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I promised my mother I would get her some ice cream on the way home last night. I also needed more gatorade, and pie making materials. when it took my 15 minutes to get a cart, I should have turned around and run away. As it was, it took me more than an hour to accomplish a normal 20 minute bit of shopping. There were people scrabbling for bottled water, no granola bars to be had, and lots of people stocking up on ridiculous things like meat and gallon jugs of cheap wine. I felt very alone, in the sea of people.

My aunt was going to come stay with us. At the last minute she headed to Crockett with her daughter and son-in-law. They drove out in the middle of the night and took the back roads. I heard on the news this morning that it is a twenty four hour drive from Galveston to Dallas. Crikey. Melynda is supposed to come up, but who knows how long it will take her?

The gas station by mom's work ran out of gas. I saw lines like mad on the way home. Traffic is horrible.

I'll be at work on Saturday. Because work goes on, everywhere across the state. We did evacuate Region 6, so that's making for some hard times. We have a backup generator at least. I have lots of cigarettes and gatorade. I don't think it will be too bad here, and we'll all be disappointed.

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Melynda is stuck on traffic on the highway in Houston. I hope that tank of gas lasts.

You would think from the crack ass insanity out there that the bloody storm is going to hopscotch right onto Austin. Everyone's out there buying up all the peanut butter and causing lines for gas in a panic. I don't think anyone realizes that if they didn't engage in this panicky sort of buying, we wouldn't see as much price gouging and empty shelves.

Yes, bad storm. Evacuate the coast. All that stuff is good. But come on people. If you're hundreds of miles away, I somehow doubt the ocean will get us. Maybe we'll get lucky and have some nice thunderstorms, knock out the power for twelve hours, get to eat peanut butter sandwiches.

I could just really do without the hysteria and fear mongering.

Now on the other hand, work is swamped trying to evacuate foster kids and APS clients. That we need to worry about.

I knew I hated I10 for a good reason.

Melynda has just now made it to the Katy Mills Mall area, after several hours of driving. She's on half a tank of gas. She's trying to find a place to fill up the tank.

I am a bit unhappy about this.