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So. The one day this week I get to sleep before 1am, there's a tornado warning.

So we're all crammed into the basement of this building right now. This plus the fact that there was a nice-sized group of people propping the front door open and talking very loudly around 11pm makes me a very cranky camper. I mean am I the only person my age who learned "inside voices" in preschool?

Seriously. Next time I see Olivia, I'll ask her to demonstrate her inside voice. Then I'll tell her that with that, she knows more than a whole lot of college students. She'll eat that up. And it's true.


Quote of the night: "You do realize ducking and covering won't work if you're on the third story, right?"

Mother Nature's off her meds...

I just spent ten minutes picking ice balls out of my hair.

If there's one more fucking tornado anywhere in the country tonight, I'm going to be PISSED. OFF.