Fear.

Tomorrow we have a pretty severe weather alert for possible tornadic activity. My sister and I were part of the April 27, 2011 tornado-spree. Our house got hit. It stayed standing, but it needed a lot of repairs afterward. But we were luckily and emerged only minorly injured, and the house was fixable. A lot of other folks lost everything.

So we come to it tomorrow, and I'm scared beyond belief. I try not to think about that day, the screaming and crying we did, the sound of the tornado hitting us (it really does sound like a freight train), the panicked cries of my cat, the thumps of debris hitting our house and our cars...

I just hope that I'm still around Saturday. It is probably irrational fear; tornadoes don't often hit the same house twice due to random pathing. But it could happen.


i hear that rumbling death-train coming 'round
and i pray that my body won't be found

Sorry about not posting.

Pretty much all of you have heard about the tornadoes that tore through Alabama on April 27th. Well, I live in the city of Tuscaloosa and my house was in the path of the Tuscaloosa tornado. (Which would've made a great sports team name...until now.)

The house is damaged but still stands but until we get power back I am couch-surfing a bit with my various relatives. It's a bit amusing to me that we were there a month and then this happens. Mostly because something needs to amuse me right now.

I will devote my next blog post to the actual experience, complete with pictures. But it's going to be awhile. Until then, keep away from great big swirly bastard clouds from the sky. Or anywhere else, because a great big swirly bastard cloud from the ground is pretty bad too.