This. And this. Those two working together, not the makings of a great morning. A morning spent at a doctor’s office. For three hours. On Long Island. Awesome.
It’s so dark out. It’s darkly, humidly, forebodingly, this-can-only-be-the-day-of-a-depressing-doctor’s-appointment-ly dark. Yesterday, all of the power was out at one of the train stations I got stuck at for an hour, so in the rare occasion a train actually pulled into the station, it was just the two lights and darkness all around it like the ghost train in Amazing Stories was about to pull into my living room.
And California had earthquakes. I’m not sure which to choose — between East Deathtopia or West Deathtopia — for my future home. How can I choose?