Not really but that's what it felt like. I fell asleep while watching an episode of Deadwood last night. Around a quarter to two I woken up by a loud bang that shook the place. I immediately snapped to, stupidly assuming it was something on TV. Maybe Bullock had thrown Swearengen over the balcony of the Gem again. But the episode was over and the noise had come from the side of the house near the bedroom.

"Jesus, some drunk just ran his car off the road and into the house," I thought.

I peered out a window and didn't see any cars on my lawn. The only other thing I could think of is that the fratbrats three houses down must have lobbed something at my place as a prank. This morning I got up expecting to find bits of watermelon all over the walls but I found nothing.

I finally decided it was all a dream. Then I saw this. Lousy tectonic plates, always making a racket at weird hours.