Well, I just got a call at 3 a.m. from my cousin. Let me tell you, any phone call this late at night is always going to be bad news. I'll cut to the chase: there's been a tsunami warning at my area, and from the look of the news, it's pretty damn serious. Packed whatever clothes I could find, my laptop, my dog, my grandpa's pills (apparently, he's the optimistic one, saying "nah, it's only for today. It's not that serious." Pretty bad that I have to sneak his own pills in my bag...you know, just in case s---- happens.). Outside, it was pretty crazy. You know how there's a city-wide panic in one of those zombie movies? Just like that. No cars tipping over, but the gas stations were packed, a lot of disorder going around, shopping carts packed with water and food, and I saw just about every house bringing every little thing they could fit in a pickup (honestly, what the hell are you going to do with a couch? :?). I'm hoping it won't be too devastating...I left my PS3, TV, a crap load of movies and games behind. Not to mention the other stuff like family albums and such. Not to mention the cat...I don't even own the cat, but it's been coming around for years begging for food and watching the yard. I'd bring it along too, but I couldn't find the damn thing. In about half an hour, the sirens will go off, and at 11 a.m. the first wave is supposed to hit...what the news says, 12 foot freakin' waves! Well, I hope after I finish work, I still have a house to live in.