"as i layed on my bed and looked up and admired the beautiful sky, i thought to myself, where the hell is my ceiling?" me, quoting a line that i heard long, last night.


that, my friend, was the sky yesterday. frightning isnt it? god is smiting us.

well, the sky hasnt cleared up at all. oh. to fill you all in... theres fire everywhere. and to quote brian, "whats that glowing up there..."

the brush fires that are to the north of riverside have caused a smell of "burning eggplant" outside. yes lovely. the sky is raining in ashes which has mimicked, in a far less creepier way, that scene from schindlers list. the sky is literally orange. the sun's rays are orange too.