That was the recent hurricane movin' over Charlotte from the perspective of Presbyterian Hospital's parkin' deck, 7'th floor. Turned out to be overestimated, as usual.
Anyways, I'm fine (crazy, but fine) - my aunt isn't. She did come out of being blitzed by ammonia toxicity and can kinda feed herself for now, so yay for that.
As for why I was acting weird, I had been up for around 40 hrs. Also I'm just weird.
Actually wasn't on them. I had just been goin' hard for roughly 36 hours straight. Talkin' to people. Signin' shit. Lookin' for bathrooms 'cuz I couldn't use the prison-style toilets. Mulling over a large menu only to get the worst thing possible. Dealing with the results of said choice, wew.
Lack of sleep does bad things to the brain, especially with high levels of stress. I finally got some sleep when I returned home, at a time a few hours after I had woke up two days earlier.
As for my food choice, because I know you're all interested -- Indian. Not just Indian, but "Indian 'with a little-bit of everything' because I don't eat Indian"-Indian. Suffice to say I think I may have caused some code blues that day - and almost a code brown.