Friday, April 18, 2008
I awoke at about 5:30am this morning to find my bed unnervingly rocking back and forth. What was my first thought? What, as a supposed man of reason, science, and stoic rationalism, formerly of LA, was my first conclusion?
My bed is haunted!
I leaped out of bed and met my mom, dad, and brother downstairs, also awakened by the 5.4 earthquake. Slowly, my senses returned to me.
I can't imagine what our earliest ancestors must have thought. What kind of strained rationalization did they exercise? How many fairy tales have been born out of ignorance, ignited by the unexplainable, and accumulating on the brain like a black tar?
The latest, and possibly strongest, aftershock woke me up again. Apparently they've been going off periodically. More info.
Stupid Illinois. >:(