Proof of (Pick your Deity)'s existance
Earlier today, in celebrating the holiday, I went to the Denver Zoo with some friends, among them T-Rex, Bigfoot and SpaceMonkey. As we wandered though the aquatic exhibit hall, we came to the super large (for a non-aquarium exhibit) fishtank with the cool, 2 foot long fish and stuff like that. Of course, we wanted to see the moray eel. Unfortunately, T-Rex found it first. I say unfortunately, cause when she pointed it out to me, she got to say.... "that's a-moray".
Fast forward to 2 hours ago. I got to have one of my lovely, irrational panic attacks. There are numerous causes for this that I could go into, but that's a little too much to share for tonight, this close to it. In order to try and get past it, a difficult thing for me at times, especially since I try to avoid using alcohol to do it, the easy way out in my book.. since once I drink, I get sleepy, and it will be better in the morning, I decided to read a book.
(Can you say "run-on sentence"?)
So, I pick up "Callahan's Touch", by Spider Robinson. (Incidentally, if you haven't read any of the Callahan's series, I highly recommend them.) As I pawed through the pages, I came upon a story involving a very drunk clurricane (think Irish fairy who absorbs all alcohol in the area like a sponge) who had embarked on pun-parody of the song "That's Amore". As I read, I came upon the line ending with "that's a-moray". A coincidence? Maybe. But it was enough to snap me out of my panic attack, and now I think I can actually get a good night's sleep, at least for what's left of it.
Sometime's its the little things that reinforce my beliefs. My guardian angel/supreme being/fate... whatever you want to call it... was watching out for me tonight.
Sleep well, faceless internet. Pleasant dreams.
