5:55am. I'm in the middle of some great sleep, when noises penetrate the dreams and wake me up. Thunder. What the hell is going on? We went from 61° on the 24th to -6° on Monday, now it's 50° and we're in the middle of a thunderstorm. The rain is blown against the aluminum siding and it sounds like you're sitting (or sleeping) in inside a dishwasher. I know that there's this joke that says something like "If you don't like the weather in Chicago, just wait a minute - it'll change", but this is ridiculous.
2006- Hey, dummy... look up!
2005- Still commentless, but closer
2004- 10 techs and nothing to do
2003- Friends and movies
- White Sox Garage Sale