Well my weekend was a blur, I found a place that sold imperial stout but it was kinda far. So I made the most of it and bought two weeks worth of beer, and thats the last thing I remember. I woke up this morning at about 2:30 and had a bit of a hangover, apparently I slept through the worst of it. I was off to work at about 5 a.m., and it smelled like a fireplace outside, I didn't think anything of it until I sat down to eat breakfast at the mcdonalds on the navy base where I saw one of my coworkers. He told me that there were like eight wildfires nearby, and they would probably be sending people home. I spent all day long in a connex box, which is pretty much one of the freight cars on trains, but converted to an office on a job site, so I had a good view of the smoke building from over the horizon. I got off early from work to go to the credit union and pull out some cash, and the fucking place was closed because of the fire, please. So I drive to the next branch which is right by my apt. and I could see what looked like snow(which were actually ashes) falling on my car as I drove, the streets were dead which never happens, apparently everybody in my neighborhood was evacuated already.
THIS FUCKING SUCKS!
THIS FUCKING SUCKS!