There are very few things in which I can definitively say that I am not a big sissy. But thunderstorms are one of them. When it starts storming, I get so excited and happy and sitting staring out my window at the sky going apeshit totally makes my day. I love all of the energy in the air, I get a little nutty. Plus, I read somewhere once a long time ago something about reasons why tornadoes rarely hit urban areas, so I have nothing to worry about. But last night, they actually called out my neighborhood and told us to go to the basement, and that threw me. And it was one of those things where I wasn't sure what to do- I don't have a radio anymore, there was no way I could keep track of what was happening because our windows in the pseudo-basement face the wrong way so I wouldn't know what was up. So I was standing in the back stairway and I actually saw the rain twirling. The rain was coming down in circles over the stadium lights at Wrigley. It was bizarre. Even weirder because I'd woken up yesterday morning having dreams about tornadoes hitting the city. Long story short? I'm scary psychic, but fine. And that was one freaky ass storm.
My roommies are both gone for the rest of the week, so this is today's dance around your apt. in your underwear song of the day: D.A.N.C.E by Justice. Do the dance!