That was one helluva shaker. A little after 9'o clock, my room was jiving thanks to a 5.1 magnitude quake from Brea. A deck of cards even fell down. That was the extent of the damage. My younger brother woke up and was freakin' out yelling "OH SHIT" repeatedly. I had a good laugh. Minor aftershocks rolled out like every other big quake but everybody acting concerned because reasons. I started reading up on earthquakes thanks to that. I wouldn't know what to do if the hypothetical "Big One" hit.
It was my brother's 38th birthday. Whew, he's gettin' old. Ice cream cake. For some reason, all my sister/brother buys are ice cream cakes. I'd like cake that doesn't melt, please.
My friend and I beat Dead Nation on Morbid and started up a new game on Undead. We is dyin' like flies out here. We have to play more carefully since even a regular zombie can dice us up easy. Unfortunately, time is short. He'll be flying off to his home country to tie the knot with his overseas fiancee. Goodbye late night gaming sessions.
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