
On to my day. I got to work and found out that we'd had an earthquake during the night. Between bad sleep and a pinhead sized bladder, I had been up every hour already, so when the Big One hit at 5:20am, I was fast asleep and missed all the action. Even the stinkin' dogs didn't wake up. I miss all the good stuff.
So I got an email from ds18, who is at school, about 35 miles from the epicenter -- if that's what you call it in Indiana. The email is entitled "what the holy shit." Yep, that's my kid. He proceeds to tell me that he had woke up to a crash (probably when someone's TV fell off the stand, as it did around the dorm), got evacuated for about an hour at 5:20am -- when I guess you find out who sleeps in what at the university -- and was mad as all get out that he hadn't gotten to go back to bed before he had a meeting with his advisor, then class. Life is hard when you're 18.
Ends his diatribe against the forces of earth by saying that he'd spent an hour and a half last night on wikipedia, reading about mass extinction. Nothing like a little light reading, I guess. As a result, when the kid woke up to The Wave, he said the first thing he thought was "man, I brought some bad ass luck to Vincennes," proving once again, that 18yo males are fairly certain that they control the earth.
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