The Big Broken Box™ succumbed to heavy winds, and was torn completely off of its foundation. The house was pretty much destroyed, along with everything in it, but I was worried about the pets. They all turned out to be okay, but it unearthed an evil chair that had been living in the basement, and it attacked me at one point, trying to beat me with it's fluffy back.
This morning I woke up and was feeling the happy glow of rememberance of the night at the bar with friends last night, except that I remember that I didn't actually go out last night at all. I watched Batman Begins on the DVD player.