The weather around here has been.. well.. lame. Almost unending thunderstorms for the last couple of days, tornado warnings (complete with annoying sirens), tornado touchdowns all around, hail – it's been brilliant.

Saturday was looking like a decent day to start moving. It was kind of humid, a bit cloudy, and a bit gloomy looking, but (since I hadn't checked the weather) I had no idea what was coming. I loaded my car up and took the quick drive to my new apartment. After eating and doing nothing for awhile, it started to rain. And rain. I started to wish that I had unloaded my car as soon as I got there.

Did I mention that it was raining? Pouring. Torrential. For a few minutes I even got to stand and watch nervously (from a 3rd floor balcony) as my car was pelted with hail. There was some big stuff coming down, but luckily it all avoided my car.

Once the weather let up, I quickly moved my stuff in, and at that point we decided to watch Harold & Kumar Go To Whitecastle. The movie finished up, one thing led to another, and before we knew it Kyle and myself were embarking on a one hour drive through this stupid rain to get to the nearest Whitecastle.

Our Whitecastle journey was pretty uneventful, but afterwards (even now) I have to question why we actually did it.

And everywhere I look, the world is flooded.

I didn't sleep worth (insert the most offensive word you can think of) last night. There was less than a 2 hour span between the time that my eyes last looked at my clock and when I woke up to one of the most impressive rains I've ever seen.

I tried to fall back to sleep, but curiosity and some bizarre interest in watching rain prevented me from doing so. When the rain was at its strongest, I don't think I could even see 5 feet out my window. It was beautiful, loud, and not sleep.

I had a dream last night that I had a beautiful girlfriend and was completely happy. And then I woke up to a shocking reality – I really do have a beautiful girlfriend, and I really am happy. And I want a fedora.