out of my skin

Last night we treated our New Orleans guests to din din and drinkies at Rudyards, it was a good, relaxing, time. When I got home around 11 I went straight to bed. Around 1:15 AM, I jumped straight out of my skin and was yelling in the hallway at the dogs to calm down with Grasshopper standing at the guest room door "huh what where how is everything ok who what the hell?". I don't know what it was but the dogs were in a major ruckus and I was shaking like a leaf from going from deep sleep to storm trooper in 0.42 seconds and I am not sure my feet touched the floor when flying out of bed. I seem to remember hearing the mosquito truck going by but what the fuck happened I dunno. I went back to bed but woke up to my alarm this morning still shaking on the inside. What the fuck? Well, the drive to work should calm me down.

Meanwhile, things in NOLA look grim but it is tough to tell with conflicted reports from the media and our friends on the ground. Whatever is going on, it's a clusterfuck of epic proportions. Please give to the American Red Cross.