quake

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.

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