Okay no plateau

Morning Weigh-in: 193.5
I'm really just breezing through the 190s. I guess a natural disaster will do that for you. Last night we went to help at the Fargodome which has turned into Sandbag Central II. Then we heard news that Nemzek hall, (which had previously just been a meeting point for volunteers) had become Sandbag Central III and also gone into 24-hour operations. So, T and his best friend went out there late last night-- I haven't talked to him yet because he got back at like 6 this morning.

I went to sleep because one of my choir friends needs help right away this morning.

The river is set to crest at 41 feet-- if it goes over 41.1 it'll be an all-time record flood for Fargo (apparently it hit 41.1 during a flood in the late 1800s.)

I am starting to feel a little weird about not having school, not having a schedule, not being able to use my water freely, having my boyfriend gone at weird hours of the night, worrying about evacuation... etc. It's just getting a little scary.

All we can do is pitch in and hope it doesn't get any warmer or any colder. Any warmer and the snow will melt and we'll have a serious problem. Any colder and our dikes and levees could get destroyed by ice. If our levees and dikes get destroyed, well, a lot of each city is going to be under water.

Pretty soon, Fargo and Moorhead will legitimately be separate places. :(