Can I Please Not Die?

Seriously, how many times could I have died this year alone? Spinning out on black ice, being in a hit-and-run, and now: a tornado.

So I'm working at my computer and see this crazy lightening zigzagging across the sky and scary dark clouds outside my window. Then I hear a siren that isn't quite an ambulance but isn't quite a car alarm. Could a tornado be on the way? It was then that I felt like Bill Paxton in Twister when he's at the drive-in movie theatre and he says, 'It's already here.'

Everyone in the building had to go downstairs to the lobby and sit around a radio to listen to the weather report. We were instructed to go in the basement if the tornado was on its way. I went outside briefly [smart, I know] to check out tornado-esque weather and was impressed by the strength of the wind [which downed some trees], the volume of the thunder, and by the flooding that had almost engulfed my street.

We heard reports of two tornadoes that touched down, one of them a little too close for comfort in Logan Square:




I think this city is trying to kill me.