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This morning as I was leaving our building two firefighters walked in demanding they get into our basement. I thought it was a little strange and then I walked out to the street and realized something was going on. There were dozens of firetrucks lining the streets and a huge hole in the middle of the street with smoke coming out of it. After living here a while I wasn't really surprised so I continued down the street thinking nothing of it.

Shortly after I arrived at work I received a phone call from Jason informing me that there was some type of explosion/fire in the manhole and all electricity to our building had been shut off. This normally wouldn't be that big of a deal but finals are approaching and Jason hates to study at the library, so he was pretty upset when he realized in order to study from his computer he was going to have to leave the building.

Then about an our ago Jason frantically called telling me that our entire building was being evacuated and that he needed to know what I wanted because he was going to run in there and grab his books. At this point I got a little worried ... what the heck is going on? Obviously it is more than a small fire or they wouldn't be evacuating the building. After giving Jason my limited number of items (apparently the books are more important then my make-up) he was on his way back to the library. He now just sent me an email from NYU informing us of the situation and letting us know that they are hoping to get backup generators for the building by 9pm tonight to restore the power to our building, but if they are unable to do so there will be cots and linens provided for us at Coles (the gym) for the night. Yeah right ... I'm not sleeping on a cot at the stinking gym. Let's hope ConEd gets their crap together or I may be sleeping in the park.

I'll keep you posted ...