My world literally started to rock last night at about 2.15am when I was woken from my slumber by yet another earth quake. 5.6 on the richter scale. I am trying to get used to the little buggers, but I'm struggling. Sometimes I can't help but think, “what if this is it, what if this is the mother quake?” either that or “oh my god this hang over really is bad, the room’s not only spinning its rocking”. We have at least one a week, but they never fail to freak me out. When they happen while I'm sleeping, it really feels like someone is shaking me awake. I wake up pissed at first and then just shit scared waiting for the walls to stop shaking.
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