'He Told Me With A Thunderbolt'

I knew the flashes of light in the sky last night meant bad news - I was prepared for the End of the World, but it didn't happen, so i'm here writing about the aftermath on the next day. Oddly enough, as i'm typing this: munching on fantastic seaweed rice crackers ('fantastic' as in the company name that made it, not the perception of taste), and halfway contemplating when to drive out to get tomorrow's ticket to Butterworth - I feel almost nothing, slight irritation but otherwise, i guess, amazingly enough with my moods and mind: alrite.

An event as seen but not comprehended yesterday while i was on the bus home with loud music playing in my ears and a full bladder that kept me awake: the lightning (obviously it was trying to kill two birds with one stone) struck and burnt my modem and netword card at the same time. Happy happy joy joy.

I hope the modem will arrive earlier than they told me to expect it. Through a 'as-a-matter-a-fact-conversation' they told me that i was the third person to come in the shop for a warranty replacement today (lightning freaks - you'll love Taiping on stormy days i'm sure). The first guy got the last replacement unit available on the spot. Two to three weeks without a home broadband connection can be heck. Ah well, back to good ol' songwriting then.

Well, if i can't handle it and snap in the next few minutes, i'll munch on some 'desiccant-silica gel-do-not-eat' which came with the said crackers.

Life is good.

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