So there I am, sitting on my computer at silly-o-clock in the morning.
It's all part of my plan for being awake for my morning shifts. I come in from work at around 3pm, go to bed and wake up around 11pm. Then I stay awake until I head off to work at 6am. Lather, Rinse, Repeat.
Which means that I'm stretched out on the futon, typing away on a blogpost when I start vibrating. I consider twittering a joke about being in an earthquake but then just put it down to my body doing strange things. I reckon it's just that my laptop was sitting on my femoral pulse or some such.
But no – it's an earthquake.
My very first earthquake and I think it's my heart beating.
Makes a change, normally I'd sleep through such things.