Oct 22, 2010 10:59
every night, i think there is an earthquake.
in the mornings, i confirm that there wasn't.
i wake up to walls trembling. i don't know if i'm just unsteady, overly sensitive or what. usually it's a low flying helicopter/plane. either those couple of pretty big earthquakes earlier this year have made me paranoid for life, or i live in a house with the structural integrity of playing cards, or maybe both.
i grew up in the midwest. all i know is "tornado drills" (eating licorice in a windowless lunchroom playing connect-4) and as such, my only instinct is to duck and cover.
sleep,
anecdote,
life,
thoughts,
nostalgia,
ridiculous