it's the morning of day seven of the US open of surfing circus in my town. Rations are running low, i've been stuck inside for the last 76 hours locked down and no where to go. Before the last 76 hours I was able to seek refuge in my garage but it was soon overtaken. I don't know how much longer I can take the horrible music and drunk jersey shore characters walking around. I fear the worst is soon to come but with the little hope I have Ill be able to bare it and make it to see tomarrow.