There was a strong earthquake this morning at 2 am. I just woke up so that I could study the stuff I had to report this morning, (I redesigned this stupid blog the whole of Sat, and slept all day yesterday). So anyway, I heard this morning that it was intensity 4. Strong enough to frighten me, though I wasn't as frightened as my brother could've been. I'm sure he was freaked out last night (assuming that he had not gone home and slept earlier, (as if he ever does nowadays)). He's the one who always gets panicky when it comes to earthquakes since we were kids. I think it lasted for a minute or so and during the first thing that came to mind, (like it always does whenever I'm alone), is the question of it as just being an earthquake or is it the devil. Same thought as I had the first time I ever felt the earth shake, which was like when I was 6 years old. Maybe the devil's shaking the bed. Scary. Should I be running towards the door now or shall I go under the bed? But no one's running outside. So I just waited for it to be over. Now I know one of the downsides of being alone. So there. Earthquakes, just like storms, volacanic eruptions, etc are cool, if only they weren't scary. They're humbling. If only they could gobble up all the problems of this world.