Weird.

[conuly]

It seems like every day this week, there's been a fire in my neighborhood. I can hear the trucks now.

And yesterday (today, really), I was trying to fall asleep when I heard a really loud plane, flying *low*. It made a damn car alarm go off! I honestly got up to stare out the window for a while, for all the world like a child waiting for Santa instead of somebody scared of the big bad planes.

It's just a weird week, I guess.

Anyway, today's haiku:

Red, shiny, blazing
Burning rubber to the scene
Louder, louder, gone

Haiku. I should've gone with NaLiWriMo....

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[xiggaroo.livejournal.com]

My cousin lives near the airport, so there are always planes flying low around his house. Used to scare the SHIT out of me when I was a kid, I refused to sleep over there.