Faithful Sigyn had to empty the bowl of snake poison above Loki's head this morning.
Or, in scientific terms, we had a little earthquake, and it was awesome and nifty and made of win. Magnitude 4.8 last I heard, with the epicenter in southern Sweden, and the stongest in the area since they started measuring that stuff in 1930 or something. I live in Copenhagen and it was still enough to make my loo act like it was made of rubber and the sliding mirror in my bathroom cabinet shake.
(It should also be added that the only reason I was up and awake at 6.20 a.m. was due to cramps and a miserable search for painkillers so I could get at least a little more sleep before I had to get up. Related to that, I officially take back any bitching I've ever done about periods and their utter lack of decent timing, because I doubt I would have woken up otherwise, and then I would have missed said earthquake, and I'm too much of a geology fangirl to want to do that. Thank you, period cramps!)