Sunday, March 29, 2009

Dear Diary,

Last night there was a wicked thunderstorm. I stayed up for four hours straight composing a choral piece. I don't have a recording of it because I don't have a choir in my apartment. I gave it to the choir director at my church this morning. He seemed pretty excited about it.

So after I went to bed, it had stopped raining and thundering finally. I had just started to fall asleep where out of friggin nowhere, this humungous thunderclap hits somewhere really close by, and it was so strong that it shook my whole building. All I could think was, that was the wrath of God, man.