I just felt my first earthquake here in Berkeley a few minutes ago. As I sat here at my favorite cafe, a big jolt shook the entire building, and people scrambled up and about pretty fast. Except me. I didn't know any better. I just thought a bus had hit the other side of the cafe. Scary. Maybe next time, I should head out into the open away from large structures like other people do. I guess I have no survival reflexes or something.

On a brighter note, I just had dinner with Cat, my new Berkeley buddy from one of the camps last month. She's cool. I'm convinced of that now. She lives near my favorite cafe.