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Tornados, maybe. Locking down for the night. See you all on the flip side.
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http://www.flickr.com/photos/72267904@N00/2543504690/





It hailed a lot.








And now, a distraction. Pick two characters and I'll write you a drabble.
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Coming up on the end of a strange, strange week.

My mood improves and then sinks again minutes apart. I think it's tiring for my poor friends who have to deal with me not at my very best. I know it's tiring for me.

The days have been short and cold. -18 degrees F last night, when we went to Applebee's for a friend's birthday.

Apologies to anyone I've been moody with.

*hides for a few more days*
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It occurred to me that I never really post about what my day to day life is like. I think I'll try that for a while, see if it's any more/less boring than anything else.


So this morning, when I woke up? It was raining. Rain and rain and rain falling down onto our driveway and the dead trees and the brown grass. This may not seem so strange, but let me remind you of two things. 1. It is 21 December and 2. MY HOME IS IN MINNESOTA. I should not even be able to see the grass at this point. Everything should be mind-blindingly white for a million miles. But it is not.

So, I got up, put on my robe and went downstairs. Where I decided that I hated everything and ranted about bastard politicians and global warming. I was, um. I was the only person awake in the house, but whatever. It made me feel better.

Then The Grandmother came over (She has yet to earn the affectionate title of Gran, today) and stole our christmas decorations to put up at her house. Yes. This is a thing that happens, I just go with it. She bitched a bit about my sleeping habits, the state of our basement and having to see our family for christmas. "But," she said brightly, "my back is feeling better!"

"Oh?" I say cautiously. "When did that happen?"

"Oh, this morning. I just woke up and it didn't hurt."

"Okay... did you do something different? Heating pad, anything?"

"Oh no! It just felt better!"

"Really? No advil or anything?"

"Well. I have been taking more muscle relaxers."

"..." "How much more?"

"Well, you're only supposed to take one at night..."

"..." *facepalm* "Look, Grandma. Go home and don't drive anymore today, okay?"


...yeah.

Anyway, then I woke the boy up (We don't use alarm clocks-- my parents wake me up, I wake my brother up and so it has been since the beginning of time) and bitched at him about global warming, politicians and The Grandmother. "Um," he said. "Before you get too worked up, why don't you look outside?"

So I did.

It was snowing. Big, fat, happy flakes of snow.

I'm okay now.

:)
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Aww. Jess' going away party was today. She'll be in Iceland for the semester. Choir won't be the same without her.

Um. Nothing new to report. Class going well. I love most of them, and the stupid ones aren't so bad either.

_________

Right now I'm watching weather.com with bated breath, waiting for the inevitable. Lady Katrina, please be merciful.
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Let's talk about the weather, shall we?

It's been snowing for 4 days straight. We have about a foot of snow. =D

Yes, I actually enjoy this weather. When I woke up this morning, it was -29 degrees. No, not the windchill, that was the actual temperature. =D =D =D

In other news, the play opens tomorrow night. It should go okay, I'm not too nervous. As long as Hamlet's Father (our name for the ghost) Stops playing pranks. Little bastard hid stuff from us yesterday. But you know what? Even though it's creepy, I kind of like it. Whether it's true or not, it's fun to have someone to blame.

Ay. I think there's solo tryouts in choir today. I want to try, but am having a sudden attack of nerves. Hmmm. Must consider options.

Also: Titus Groan is awesome. Yes.

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