Peril

Hurricane Ivan has successfully brainwashed all the local New Orleaneans into talking only about the impending doom. Thankfully, or regrettably, my trauma team has been called in and we're going to be spending the next several nights at Charity, taking care of any retards that didn't evacuate when told to, and those that decided to go explore during the storm and got hurt in some way. Rumor has it that last year a man came in after getting bit by a alligator after he went outside to make sure his powertools didn't float away when his neighborhood got flooded.

The howling wind outside the window is deafening.

I brought enough PB&J to last me for 5 days... or until I get sick of it.