So those of you who know me know I sing.... uh, pretty much all the time. It's what I do.
So I'm packing, and singing I Dreamed a Dream because for all I really want to shake Fantine, the song was A) in my head and B) in my range.
I'm alone in the apartment in the middle of the day, so I'm not bothering to hold back anything.
So I get to this part:
I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seemed
For those of you who aren't music people, that particular phrase is probably forte or fortissimo (not sure off the top of my head; I don't have the score in front of me), which mean "loud" and "louder", respectively. I definitely sang "what it seemed" fortissimo, because I do that.
So I'm in the middle of holding "seemed" out, and I hear this shattering noise.
I went to check it out, and, uh...
Yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyeah.
Was it me?
Prrrrrobably not. I very much doubt that I managed to accidentally hit the resonant frequency of a friggin' glass door.
But the timing wigs me out something fierce.
So either I am Black Canary or a Wigglytuff.
Choose wisely.
On a more serious note:
- Yes, I'm fine. I wasn't in the bathroom when it happened.
- Yes, I've informed the apartment managers. They don't think it was me either.
- It's going to get fixed soon; I leave the state tonight and the brother is house-sitting for our grandparents so we won't be without a shower.