Hail to the Chief

This is not my car - just an example - a poor one - of the weather of this weekend.
Anyone in Columbia this weekend probably suffered the wrath of mother nature's whims at some point. We got what many consider the worst hailstorm in memory, along with multiple tornado sirens. Welcome to missouri, home of the twenty minute death storm. Some hailstones were almost as large as golf balls, or at least shooter marbles, (remember marbles?) and they beat so hard against my door I thought my apartment was set to implode. Soon thereafter, it stopped, and i assessed the new damage to my car. Now pockmarked with many tiny dents, It is moderately disappointing. I guess it could be worse, after the storm I went back over to a friend's house and most of the northside siding is shot and he lost mulitiple windows. At least I didn't lose a window, god damn that woulda sucked.

The streets covered with tree debris and whatnot, I drove home around ten, the sky ablaze with the rumbles and flashes of the next northern cell approaching. I come home hoping to find a cat on my doorstep, guess he was holed up somewhere all night. At least he knows where to go to protect himself.

Well now it's monday, another workweek approaches, and let me tell you I am not all that happy about it. Just one more day of hooky sounds so appealing, alas, going to work is a necessary evil. The bud is almost gone and the anitdepressants long long gone months before, yet sometimes I feel it would really help to try em again. Then again, my angst and discomfort are a helpful sorce of energy and wit, without which I find myself considerably more complacent, willing to shrug it all off. I doubt a psycho-cocktail will fix my mind actually. It only helps for a little while, this little thing called tolerance forces our bodies to crank it up. I don't really need that. Okay, well my meteorological commentary kind of turned into self serving whining, damn I need to work on averting that more often. But then again, the words are just typed as they come, so don't blame ME! Blame my brain. Time to get ready for work.