Hm. I'm all alone in my house right now; I'm hoping my laundry will come out of the dryer before Kit shows up, but it prolly won't...Hey, let's just hope my parents don't die or anything like that, okay? Because, you know, that would like, really....suck. A lot. I'm not really worried, it's just that I have this nasty tendency to envision worst case scenarios; I'll just be walking down the hall and suddenly I'll see the door in front of me open and slam into my face, breaking my nose or giving me a concussion. It never happens, you know, but still...I keep getting horrible glimpses of planes going down, or Florida being devoured by the Leviathan, or terrorists hijacking things...I'm just hoping that the tendency of these things to not happen when I imagine them will continue to hold true. (I suppose, with luck like that, I'd make a horrible witch. Hum...)