It’s been a long time since the last earthquake here in LA. The last time we had one I had slept through the whole thing (book shelf in my room falling and all) while my family congregated in the living room. Way to save me, family.

This time, I didn’t have a chance to sleep through the earthquake. The whole room started shaking and I began looking around; my initial reaction was to look for potential falling objects (or perhaps falling objects) so that I could avoid them.

Nothing near me posed as a danger so I kind of just didn’t move. When I looked up, I had a co-worker in my doorway and I assume by sounds, the others were under their desks.

I have terrible survival instincts.

I’m pretty sure if I were born a dog, I’d be the kind that sat around and looked stupid all the time. Then I’d chase my tail in my off time. People would look at me and say things like, “stupid dog, go get a job.”

Or something.