I want to go home.

So today in the middle of the afternoon, maybe an hour after I had finished wasting away at a Kohl's department store register, I sat at home on the computer, getting ready to type this blog. Suddenly, a siren goes off. Not just in my subdivision or anything. Across the whole town. Now, to understand why I started freaking out, you have to understand where I'm from. In Queens, we didn't have tornado warnings. Granted, we had 9/11 and blackouts and things like that, but I've learned to handle mans mistakes. But as Cory [[the gay man on my job]] said "Mother Nature's a freak." So when she decides that it'll be 70 degrees one minute, then hailing the next, I tremble.

Back to trying to do my blog. I get up and call my best friend and Chuck E. Cheese's to ask him if he heard the sirens. He's nowhere near phased. I describe how the wind had been blowing at 25 mph then just stopped randomly. He's still not phased. I describe the strange orange color outside and how I took 5 water bottles and 5 bags of popcorn into the pantry with me and am going to spend the night there. He's still not phased. Then I hear glass shatter. He flips out.

I stayed in the pantry until I was sure I wasn't going to die. When I finally got the gall to re-enter my living room, what do I find but glass all over the floor. See, Mother Nature threw a quarter sized peice of ice at three of my living room windows and put a tree on my roof. Because that's exactly what I needed. So here I am, at 1:30 in the morning, writing this blog about how this blog almost didn't get written.