Seven hours after being sent home from work early, I'm still cowering in wait for the predicted typhoon while Liza's out having a "hurricane party" (Floridians scoff at hurricanes but piss themselves at the sight of a snowflake, the morons). I've spent the majority of my night watching men's gymnastics and drinking a fairly disgusting amount of Kahlua. That pretty much brings you up to date.
Siiiiiiigh.
Looking outside, we've got heavy rain and a little wind. But where is the typhoon?
Okay Japanese people, you've gotten Whitey all worked up about mysterious and deadly East Asian shit once again without coming through (see also: earthquakes, blowfish, ninja stars, drift racing).
I tire of your games.

Anyway, I wanted to take a picture of the storm to show y'all, but since there's really nothing to see, I'll instead show you the current (sad) state of our "veranda."

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