There was an earthquake this morning, did you feel it? It woke me up about 30-40 minutes before my alarm was supposed to go off. I was still half-asleep when it happened, so I initially thought that it was really traces of whatever dream I was extracting myself out of mixed with my pounding heart, which was the one thing I remember distinctly once I was fully awake. When I got to my Dharma school class, however, the other teacher's aide asked if I had felt the earthquake. Not my imagination after all.

In 36 hours, this self-created hell will be over. This time I have no excuse for my misery save my own laziness and lack of motivation.

Am going to stop typing and hit publish before I let my procrastination get the best of me.