Earthquake!
I woke up this morning at 4 am to my bed shaking. As my mother said later, “You don’t want your bed shaking unless there’s another person in it.” Amen, Mamacita. And very appropriate. (What can I say? I get my dirty sense of humor from her.) But sadly, it was not a hot man, but the Whittier Fault doing a little stretching ten miles away.
This was my third earthquake since moving to L.A., but the first that woke me from unconsciousness. When I realized what was going on my thoughts went like this, “Uh-oh, Haiti, Chile, I live on a hill, AAAAAGH!” Now, mind you, this was a 4.4 magnitude, four second quake, yet I ran screaming to my doorway. After it was over, I went downstairs to see if my roommate and her boyfriend were awake. They had mysteriously woken up a minute before the earthquake started. I wanted to crawl into bed with them as though they were my parents and I was 5 years old, but I acted like a big girl and climbed the stairs back to my own room. The good thing is, unlike when I was 5 years old, I had “Gossip Girl” on DVR to lull me back to sleep.
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