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spazzSo last night, I watched my nightly watching of The Daily Show and Colbert Report (which have both gotten eerily better since the vague whispers that the strike might be ending surfaced... huh...), and then I went online for about another hour just because I wasn't quite tired and fanfiction generally has the ability to put me right out. Therefore, I didn't even seriously contemplate sleeping until around 1:00AM.
Now, all day it had been raining pretty heavily, but... such things have been known to happen. When the large cracks of lightning and bright flashes began to occur in increasingly frustratingly just-able-to-wake-me-up-barely intervals, I simply rolled over into the corner of my bed. Somewhere around 1:45AM, I was just drifting off into the land of happiness, rainbows, and also unicorns.
So when people started knocking on my door and coming over the loudspeaker to tell me to get in the basement, I think I was justified in my irritation. I pulled on some sweatpants over my shorts (it's cold in the basement, and also there are roaches) and grabbed my phone and keys and trudged off downstairs. Apparently there was a tornado warning? Or not...? I'm still not for sure. People were running about in various states of confusion down there and I heard about seven different reports. All I know is Kentucky is not known for its vast tornadoes of death and destruction. There's only ever been one warning I can even remember. When I was 7. Yeah.
We sat down there for about 30 minutes, which in hindsight wasn't bad, but when we went back upstairs, I couldn't sleep. So I've been angry and snappish all day because they deprived me of sleep for no reason.
Except when I went to my American Government class, one of the hugest trees on campus was split right down the middle. So there is that. I still don't know where the actual tornado was. And I'm still cranky.
And I ate popcorn and Pepsi for lunch. Mmmmmm, butter. Oh, my college diet, you truly are trying to kill me. <3
Now, all day it had been raining pretty heavily, but... such things have been known to happen. When the large cracks of lightning and bright flashes began to occur in increasingly frustratingly just-able-to-wake-me-up-barely intervals, I simply rolled over into the corner of my bed. Somewhere around 1:45AM, I was just drifting off into the land of happiness, rainbows, and also unicorns.
So when people started knocking on my door and coming over the loudspeaker to tell me to get in the basement, I think I was justified in my irritation. I pulled on some sweatpants over my shorts (it's cold in the basement, and also there are roaches) and grabbed my phone and keys and trudged off downstairs. Apparently there was a tornado warning? Or not...? I'm still not for sure. People were running about in various states of confusion down there and I heard about seven different reports. All I know is Kentucky is not known for its vast tornadoes of death and destruction. There's only ever been one warning I can even remember. When I was 7. Yeah.
We sat down there for about 30 minutes, which in hindsight wasn't bad, but when we went back upstairs, I couldn't sleep. So I've been angry and snappish all day because they deprived me of sleep for no reason.
Except when I went to my American Government class, one of the hugest trees on campus was split right down the middle. So there is that. I still don't know where the actual tornado was. And I'm still cranky.
And I ate popcorn and Pepsi for lunch. Mmmmmm, butter. Oh, my college diet, you truly are trying to kill me. <3
