I wish I felt an urge to change my LJ layout. I want to, and then I go 'but why bother'? Woe is me.

You guys! LIGHTNING HIT MY FRONT YARD. That tree will never be the same again. It's much scarier than in the movies, I want my money back.

lightning hit phone line. scared shitless but ok. post w. kindle. sorry 4 x post

Downside: v. windy (no funnel, tho). Upside: the mall (breeding ground of emos everywhere) is possibly all kinds of messed up. It's a tie.

I would offer you all exciting mid-storm photos, but it's just "bits of tree/patio furniture/patio furniture with bits of tree in it".

I think the most amusing thing about all this is that whenever I stop posting for more than five minutes, everyone assumes I've been killed.

ping.fm/iqNMw If the Gap is left standing after all this, there is no justice in the world.

A roof was blown off a department store at the mall! TAKE THAT, SOURCE OF MY TEENAGE ANGST.

Find it hard to dread impending death when the storm seems to be head off to the south. Not that Southern Indiana doesn't deserve it.

According to the map, storm is now moving toward something that looks like an armpit. Suspect I live in the armpit. Damn.