phosfate | (no subject)

So. Second Wednesday in a row spent cowering in the basement, listening to the tornado sirens go off. I cannot begin to describe how annoying and scary this is. Also dull. The accumulating stress is making the entire city go wiggy.

Channel 8 weather guy, as a rule, starts to lose steam after the first hour and a half, and starts coming out with things like, "Tornados are bad." Last night he was reduced to drawing new warnings on the screen with that pen thing sports announcers use, because the staff just couldn't keep up. It was rather charming, really.

Window developed a massive leak right onto a bookcase. Fortunately the only things lost were old mixtapes and VHS cassettes that needed to be got rid of anyway. Tried to go out and look at it from outside, but the rain was overflowing the gutters and I only got a thorough dousing for my trouble. I lost my cellphone in all the towels, and had to call myself several times to find it. Morning revealed a sinkhole-like feature that will need to be filled in.

Deb is related to one of the poor kids who was killed by the storm, so I am glad I did not explain my morning tardiness as being due to having to pick bits of boy scout out of the chimney.