The Pacific Northwest had an earthquake today. I was drying off after a shower in the morning. I could just FEEL my bathroom bending like a wave, and I heard my sliding shower and washroom doors shaking, and my windows rattling as well.
Ignorance is bliss.
They would have found me naked in my washroom. In bigger striking-er, more original news, Dave sent me a poem. He said it's to me. It has no noticible theme, nor does it have any detectable feelings. Perhaps I don't feel anything for rhyming poems simply because I don't feel they do the emotions behind it justice.