Reasons:

Reasons I will keep believing in fate/wishes/signs/what-have-you bullshit, #49:

When something I wish for with every 11:11/eyelash/birthday candle/etc. that seems fairly unlikely comes true.

But now I feel guilty, like I caused it.

haha...

Hokay, so...

Tonight may have been the Apocalypse.

Ashley and I saw a movie, and then walked to the Mudlounge. Time frame: around 9pm.
1. On the way, I saw that the downtown library (the one that is open late) was closed. I didn't think anything of it at the time, but it came to be a harbinger of doom.
2. We saw a freakishly long line of people outside the Outland Ballroom, and they were scary and rude.
3. THE MUDLOUNGE WAS CLOSED. Like, the staff were inside cleaning up, it was only just closing.
4. When we walked back, we saw a HUGE line of people outside Remington's--there's never ANYONE at Remington's.

Then we went back to the parking garage. As we drove off we kept hearing a clanking sound, so I pulled over and
5. A piece of my car was hanging off and dragging the ground.

We talked about what we wanted to do--I suggested pie at Perkins, and we settled on Sonic--and drove on.
6. Sonic was closed.
7. Perkins was closed.

We went to another Sonic, seriously shaken up.
8. We drove through a couple of stoplights that were not functioning.

We finally got our food and headed home.
9. The power had gone out in our absence.

...The storm occurred at like 5 this evening. LONG before all these events.

It was a really, really creepy hour and a half or so. Things seemed pretty touch and go for a while there. At this point I think it looks like we'll survive...

I've gotta feeling

I put a lot of stock in signs and feelings. Probably too much, considering how logical I otherwise tend to be. But you know...so far it works out pretty well...