Seriously. If I hear one more person say the words "hurricane", "evacuate" (heh, heh, I said evacuate), "weather channel", or "Gustav", I swear I'm gonna jump out the window.
Denial is gorgeous. You should come visit me here sometime. I don't want to think about it. J told me they've got to evacuate his "clients" tomorrow, so I won't be seeing him for a while.
I'm ready to cry. I don't want to think about what to pack, what to leave, the kittens, THE DRIVE. We're going to leave early Saturday morning and have a pleasant weekend in Orlando.
That's it. End of story.