Trainquake!

Woke up at 5:30 am to the rattle and hum of my house shaking, and shaking hard. No, we weren't having an earthquake, though it would have been about a 4.5er if we were. Nope, just a particularly heavy 3 engine freight train passing across the street. Was kinda neat really, laying in bed, listening to my candleholders rattle and the house moving under my bed, wondering it anyone else had been awakened by the trainquake but me, and thinking that Californians sleep through this shit regularly.

And how was your morning?

In New England, this is T-shirt weather.

It's positively _balmy_ out today. Like, 53 degrees or something. Here I am, walking to work in my wool coat, bundled up because my lungs are still all bruisy and ejecting the corpses of valient white blood cells that died in battle, and I'm totally overheated. All righty then. Maybe there is an end in sight. Which would be nice, because I've never been so anxious for Persephone to end her six month booty call. Fucking winter.

In other news, I really should have stayed home another day. Two hours in, and I'm feeling overwhelmed and panicky... and I have a headache the size of texas. I'll try to stick it out until 1, but after that? going home and going back to bed.

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So out of curiousity, was anyone planning on answering my come one come all call to Haven tonight? Cause if not, I'll feel less bad about having to skip it due to residual plague.

I'd still like to do this, though. I'll post a new date soon.

my picture is in the dictionary next to "easily amused"

So. Bath. Can get pretty tedious if you're stuck in it for half an hour with nothing to read. Yes, I'm a bathtub reader, always have been always will be. That said, and before all you bibliophiles die of shock and horror, I've only dropped 2 books in the water, ever. And not since I was 10.

Anyway. Nothing to read today, no legions of rubber duckies to command into epic naval battle (note to self - must fix that) so how did I pass my doctor mandated half hour in the tub? playing with the veins in my hands. As in raise em over your head - poof! they disappear! Drop em below your heart - pop! There they are again.

No kidding, this kept me occupied for a good 20 minutes. It's just as much fun as it was when i was 12. I'm amused that I still have a criscrossing of blue roughly in the shape of the New York Yankees logo on my right hand, which I suppose round here is like being branded with the sign of the devil, guess I'd better keep that hand elevated if I'm ever invited to a Sox game, lol.

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McNuggets! I HAS DEM. OM NOM NOM