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Cabin Fever, Part One
cap, captain miss america

My good friends know this, but I don’t do well alone. Like, really don’t do well alone. I start getting antsy after a couple hours without human contact. Ironically, I have lived alone since 2006. This somehow makes sense, really.

Monday night, in the worst howly-stormy bits of Hurricane-or-Tropical-Storm-or-Angry-Avenging-Weather-God Sandy, I decided it would be a good idea to document my hurricane experience. I didn’t lose power, but at the time, I didn’t know that my power and internet would stay on, nor did I know about the long-term effects that the storm would have on city transportation. I just thought it would be interesting and give me something to do. I started with the first rumblings of warnings that this was A Thing, last week, and went from there.

I gave myself rules: no penciling, and no correcting errors apart from crossing them out. The story is obviously edited, but I tried to be merciless and not edit out embarrassing/troubling bits.

Here’s Part One, from Friday through Sunday, when the MTA shutdown began.

Mirrored from Antagonia.net.

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Thank you, this is amazing!

Haha, this made me laugh. From the FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK parts to the hula hooping in underwear (which makes perfect sense, by the way).

Congratulations on making it through the storm, and being able to work with yourself... scary at the best of times, but worse when you're not good at being alone. I'm glad you're OK.

Hula hooping in underwear is so much better. The more skin contact, the better. And there's more coming, almost done with Day Two.

<3 Thanks!

I like the idea of booze and cookies as a hurricane feast. Feels good man.

I enjoyed reading your experience in pictures too:)

I love all the baking. Makes me hungry.

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