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Thanks to the Grand Prix, I got woken up this morning thinking I was in the middle of WW2. NOT a nice way to wake up! I was awoken by fighter jets screaming over the roof of our place, Tamis barking at them and going bezerk, and me wondering where the fuck I was.
I was still half asleep so I didn't realize they were the Grand Prix fighter jets. I thought a plane was going to crash into our house. I started running from room to room not knowing what to do. I wanted to scream but only managed a stupid whimpering noise.
Then I realized what it was and calmed myself down.
I feel like a dickhead.
Am I paranoid? Am I crazy? Do I care?
I was still half asleep so I didn't realize they were the Grand Prix fighter jets. I thought a plane was going to crash into our house. I started running from room to room not knowing what to do. I wanted to scream but only managed a stupid whimpering noise.
Then I realized what it was and calmed myself down.
I feel like a dickhead.
Am I paranoid? Am I crazy? Do I care?