A pubic massage to my imagination.

HART ATTAK.

Now I know I've gone nuts. There was this totally pointless and crappy fiction I was writing about an Ancient crashing in my yard.

I went outside just a few minutes ago, and everything went EXACTLY like the fiction. The moon was even the same pale yellow, the wind was at that certain pitch, and I know I did not imagine that ripple of partially invisible energy sweep over everything like the opening of a dimensional rift.

I saw the outline of those wings on the moon and I had a fucking heart attack. So I scrambled inside, and had another miniature heart attack when I heard something clatter off the roof.

I'm not going outside until daylight. Sure, I might have missed out on a good, life-threatening adventure of massive proportions, but I've still got a cat that needs me.

I need to find away to get a satalite feed into my brain, and see what the fuck is up with it... well, when I find the damned thing.

Also: I just mowed the lawn today. With a stick. Awesome.