i turned it off, and dropped it so i could unplug it, but it went off on its own. i picked it up again, and it was off, but by the smoke it was blowing and the noises it was making, it sure didn't seem "off".
i did a little panic stricken dance, trying to pull my shelf away from the wall so i could unplug it - all while holding it by the cord. i screamed for matt because, well, that's what i do. he was on the back porch smoking, so he couldn't hear my cries for help.
when i finally got to the plug, the blow dryer was raging, and i squeezed my eyes shut, sure i was going to be electrocuted as i unplugged it.
luckily, as you can tell, i was not.
the whole handle of the blow dryer melted, and now our whole house smells like burning.
i guess that answers the question of whether i should pack my blow dryer for san diego today.