Recently I've been feeling like my apartment is shaking. We had a really big earthquake a couple weeks ago, maybe you saw it on the news.......It happened at 5am so of course I promptly woke up and screamed like a Hollow was chasing me. Then I took a deep breath and screamed some more. And then I reached for the glass of water by my bed since it was kind of feeling like I had swallowed a razorblade after all that, and realized the water was no longer in the glass, but all over the table. Which meant that a lot of other things were probably all over the floor. And the noises which my sleep-stupidized mind took to be the plates of the earth grinding against each other had probably been my bookshelves shaking themselves away from the walls.
Yep.
Broken glass eeeeeeverywhere. And, even worse, broken Evangelion models. So much work putting those damn things together the first time....I didn't take any pictures, but there was also an interesting combination of vinegar & olive oil on my kitchen floor. I called up my dad in Florida to tell him, "hey this happened, don't freak out." and in the most un-dad-like moment of possibly his entire life he said to me, "well, just throw some lettuce down there Katy & you'll have a salad."
WTF?
So anyway, recently every time I lie down at night it feels like things are shaking. They might be for all I know. We did have quite a few aftershocks the same day & in the ones that followed. But now it's like I can't tell the difference between real shaking, drunk-induced shaking, imaginary-paranoid shaking, and 6th-floor-inevitable shaking. In fact, none of these things may be happening at all........
...I'm sick of shaking, never waking from the hell I achieve...
