It's a damn cold night

[cyrano]

But where's my storm? I was promised a storm god damnit.
I feel like I really need a storm. Something to tear shit up and throw things around and do some chaos and destruction. Which is a little disturbing to the tiny logical portion of my brain which says 'You want *what*?'
I probably had more to say when I started this but I've already forgotten it and I'm late for bed so y'all can just imagine I said something witty and insightful and comment on how god damn clever and wise I am.
Have to go now--my life is imploding without me.