A Rumble in the Urban Jungle

You know how I've been whining about all this work, how it's putting me in a bad mood and consuming all my time, even preventing my beloved blog postings? Well it all seemed to culminate last night as I was enduring a marathon session of British History in preparation for a presentation I had to give at 8:30 this morning. I was pouring over sources and working up an outline, tea and Fig Newtons in hand, when I thought I had completely lost it. I seriously thought the stress, lack of sleep, general deliriousness was making me trip out on whatever pain-reducing hormones my body was producing to help deal with everything. I felt my chair wobble and almost fall over. I stood and it still didn't stop. Were my muscles just giving way on me? Then it stopped, and I looked around my dimly lit room. A few of my roommates were there, but we all just kinda looked at each other.
Then it all came out at once.
"DID YOU GUYS JUST FEEL THAT? HOLY S*IT WAS THAT AN EARTHQUAKE?" we exclaimed in unison. Sure enough, upon further investigation and frenzied interviews with the rest of the house, our suspicions were confirmed. As someone who has never experienced an earthquake I could actually feel, despite the fact I go to college in California, it was definitely a big deal. And for many English it was as well. "Tremors rock England" screamed the BBC news headline. Even CNN picked up the story. Apparently, although small seismic activity is very common here, this was the biggest one on the Isle in a few decades. Some say it registered about 5.3 on the Richter Scale. Not too shabby. It even caused an injury or two and some damage further up the coast.
Anyways, just thought you all should know I really am risking my life over here with all these dangers. It really is a struggle to make it through the day. I don't know how I do it sometimes. But I appreciate any thoughts and prayers for helping me to overcome this traumatic experience. I may never recover from such a violent wobbling of my chair.