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Weird things.
1. Last night, I crawled into bed. Just as I was starting to drift off, I started hearing this godawful high-pitched growling screeching that resolved itself into human voices, just too low to understand. Yes, I was freaked out. I was less freaked and more chargrined when I realized that I'd turned the MP3 player down so low that I'd forgotten it was on, and it'd just happened to hit a weird song that had a very loud lead-in.
2. When I got to school today, they were doing some sort of work on an intersection on campus. This involved what looked like a miniature oxygen/contamination tent sort of thing. I figured they were tearing up the street again, trying to root out the steampunk Morlocks in the sewers.
It was only after my class was over, and I was coming back after they finished, that I realized that there was no manhole in that intersection. And that I never actually saw any workers around, at all.
1. Last night, I crawled into bed. Just as I was starting to drift off, I started hearing this godawful high-pitched growling screeching that resolved itself into human voices, just too low to understand. Yes, I was freaked out. I was less freaked and more chargrined when I realized that I'd turned the MP3 player down so low that I'd forgotten it was on, and it'd just happened to hit a weird song that had a very loud lead-in.
2. When I got to school today, they were doing some sort of work on an intersection on campus. This involved what looked like a miniature oxygen/contamination tent sort of thing. I figured they were tearing up the street again, trying to root out the steampunk Morlocks in the sewers.
It was only after my class was over, and I was coming back after they finished, that I realized that there was no manhole in that intersection. And that I never actually saw any workers around, at all.