When I'm God, everyone dies.

So I imagine people following my journal remotely would be disappointed if I didn't mention that at 22:00:29 there was an earthquake in Gilroy that measured 5+ on the Richter scale.
But honestly I was more affected by the fact that I couldn't get the damn cat out of my bedroom before I had to leave for work this morning. Caused more damage, too. But apparently at around seven o'clock he got it into his head to listen to Peter Murphy and turned on my mp3 player.