Hey, guys. Quillettegirl here. I just wanted to ask you guys to pray for me and my family. We live in central Florida, directly in the path of hurricane Irma. We are evacuating with three people, two hyper dogs, two fat cats, a guinea pig, and a bearded dragon. All in one tiny ass U-Haul. We are going to a crappy motel just a little ways from our home.
Our "home" is old, dilapidated, and falling apart. Our floor caved in not too long ago. Our home is not made to withstand a category 2 hurricane, let alone a 4, so we will most likely not have anything to come back to. If we do, there is no way we will have electricity, which is really, really bad; my mother's life-saving medicine must be refrigerated.
Then there is the uncertainty of it all. Either she turns and skirts up the east coast, or the bitch sits over the Gulf, gathering strength again. Then, she may very well turn and ram us again. Even if she doesn't, there is still Jose right behind her. Global warning is real fucking shitty, huh?
Sorry for ranting and cursing. I am just really scared right now. I have thrown up five times today alone. We may not have the nicest house, but it is all we have. I know this is not technically a fanfiction, but please pray for us.
Quillettegirl out.