Earthquake?
Yeah, so, now that it's all over but the probably unnoticeable aftershocks, I feel terribly cheated. I mean, come on:
We had an earthquake and I didn't notice.
I mean, I noticed, but this is because I was downstairs in my mother's kitchen making toast (anyone ever notice that I'm obsessed with food? Because I've been told it's leaking into my writing), and I heard house-is-creaking style noises, and then my parents freaked and everyone started asking if everyone else had felt that. That was noticeable.
The ground shook, but it did not shake for me.
And Damnit, I had a perfectly healthy phobia of earthquakes going, and now I'm sitting here wanting to compare them to dating as the biggest letdown of my early adult life.
If any deities or other beings with the power to cause earthquakes notice this entry, please note that I am not trying to tempt fate, and have dutifully knocked on a wooden surface (my desk) to avert Murphy's Law, under which I would crawl into bed tonight only to have the cat freak out because a far more giant quake was coming. Really, I'm glad there was so little harm done, and I'm not asking for another chance at feeling one. I'm just seriously nonplussed, because, wtf? How did I miss that?
We had an earthquake and I didn't notice.
I mean, I noticed, but this is because I was downstairs in my mother's kitchen making toast (anyone ever notice that I'm obsessed with food? Because I've been told it's leaking into my writing), and I heard house-is-creaking style noises, and then my parents freaked and everyone started asking if everyone else had felt that. That was noticeable.
The ground shook, but it did not shake for me.
And Damnit, I had a perfectly healthy phobia of earthquakes going, and now I'm sitting here wanting to compare them to dating as the biggest letdown of my early adult life.
If any deities or other beings with the power to cause earthquakes notice this entry, please note that I am not trying to tempt fate, and have dutifully knocked on a wooden surface (my desk) to avert Murphy's Law, under which I would crawl into bed tonight only to have the cat freak out because a far more giant quake was coming. Really, I'm glad there was so little harm done, and I'm not asking for another chance at feeling one. I'm just seriously nonplussed, because, wtf? How did I miss that?