tio }{ we got a warning light
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[ Eric's pale face appears shoved into the lense of the camera, which is clearly being hand held, because it wobbles, showing a backdrop of a busy red and black club behind him. There is a wad of tissue shoved into one of his nostrils, tinged with blood, and although his expression is neutral and his voice is deadpan, as always, his eyes are bloodshot and the annoyance flows from him freely. ]
I was woken up just before sleep by what I can only assume to be an earthquake. There continued to be aftershocks all day long. Which would have been an irritation to those of you who are diurnal, but a huge inconvenience to those of us who lead nocturnal lives and, by the way, very much need our sleep. Sleep which I have gotten much less than three hours of today.
Unpleasant.
I am very much in a foul mood tonight. I will simply hope that either something occurs to vastly improve it, or that nobody particularly annoys me. Any takers?
On to more important matters. Beginning Sunday of next week, the thirtieth, due to a very interesting idea put forth by one of my hopefully loyal employees, Fangtasia will begin offering a diner-style midnight breakfast in an adjoining building, beginning at midnight, obviously, and lasting until four a.m. Come in that Sunday for a free meal as we initially test our menu offerings with the public.
Thank you all for your time.