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Thunderstorms. In November.

I sat at my desk last night, listlessly staring out the window at the quiet parking lot, attempting to will myself tired and the random I'd really like to listen to a thunderstorm as I fell asleep ran through my head.

Tonight, after a long night of having dinner made for me by Angel, I'm checking my email before I go to bed and hear the crack of thunder.

It's so alien for this time of year that I wasn't quite sure what it was, at first.

Then the sky opened up.

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Joanna and I just had a conversation about the odds on whether or not I could kick God's ass.

He's got the smiting from the High Throne and all, but I'm ghetto and I have a half-brick in a sock.