Let there be light! or, alternately, Fuck My Life

For the past year and a half, I have been without electricity in my bedroom. This has been quite a hassle, as one side, then the other, then the small bathroom lamp have all been eliminated from the electrical grid. During this time, I managed to adjust, bringing an extension cord in for light, using a desk lamp instead of a light overhead, not using electronics in my room (including a very dear boombox), and sleeping on the couch in the adjoining room. But all that ended today. My uncle came over, with my parents, and it was announced to me that he would be fixing my electricity problems. Sw33t! After a hasty clean-up of my room, hiding all undergarments and trying to make my room less of a disaster-zone (this was not expected), I came down with a big smile upon my face. Inwardly, I was rejoicing. [If you have not gone without some non-natural light source, you have no idea how hard it can be. I once went an entire day with a headband that I thought was brown in my hair. It was neon pink - color that has never, is never, and never will be represented in my wardrobe.]

I digress.

My Uncle literally flipped the breaker in the garage and my lights worked. All of that for a flipped switch! Still, I had light in my bedroom - something that I can't ignore. I was very happy and immediately flipped the switch and relished the flickering yellow light cast from the three naked bulbs in the center of my ceiling. I had light!

And an hour later, I sit in complete darkness - the breaker is still broken and I still have power problems. But for a flickering moment, I saw the light.