So, I'm trying to take five minutes out of every day to jot some thoughts down in this here livejournal, more as an exercise in speed-writing and writing on the fly (which, uh, may or may not be the same thing). Obviously I have failed up until now (possibly because I am stranded on a bus with wireless). But here goes.

Apparently, I endured my first tornado. In Brooklyn. You know, no big deal. It started pouring out of nowhere on Thursday (which is not entirely unusual for New York weather) and then was really windy. Like unusually windy, for about 15 minutes. Then it just rained for a while and then it stopped. I almost took the subway home, but instead waited it out and biked home (mostly dry). No big deal. Mass transit was a mess for the rest of the night. No big deal. I went to the laundromat. I went to the supermarket (BTW, supermarkets at 10pm in the projects? Totally empty). No big deal.

Maybe I'm just cynical about New York weather. Maybe I just like biking home.

(I do acknowledge, in all seriousness, that there has been much storm damage and at least one person died :( I guess my point is that experiencing a tornado (albeit in my office) was not as shocking as I thought it would have been.