Gas

I never thought I'd be so happy to pump gas, but my tank has been on E, because I clearly cannot prep for a hurricane, and I refuse to wait in the ridiculous lines that are sucking the fuel out of every gas station from here to Long Island. Over it.
But when I went out with Danielle today, we found a station in Port Chester with no more than a 15 or so minute wait, and I was such a happy camper.
I used that gas to come home for the night, see my electricity-deprived mother, chill with my grandma, and I'm going to go vote in my hometown before I get back to campus tomorrow.
I'm such a good American.