Neat.

A few minutes ago, I decided to call it a night, but right as I was heading over to turn the light off, the dog started squeaking, which is his signal that he needs to take a leak. So I'm all bummed, seeing as I was all ready to pass out, and I slip on some flip-flops, put Ike's collar on him, and take him outside. He's sniffing around this one spot for a while, looking for just the right spot to take a vicious dump, when for some reason, I decide to look up at the sky. This is rare for me, as usually I just kind of shiver, tell the dog to hurry up, (as though he understands English) and keep an eye out for that dog that tried to rip his throat out a little while back. So anyway, I'm kinda star-gazing, trying to make out all the constellations I know how to make out, and getting all stumped on one clump of stars that I knew was a constellation, but I couldn't remember which one. I think it was Scorpio, but I need to look it up. So I'm just staring up there for a while, while the dog discharges his payload, and all of a sudden, out of nowhere, I see a shooting star. What makes this even more awesome, is that it's the first one I've ever seen, and to the best of my knowledge, there wasn't an expected meteor shower or anything tonight. Just a random little streak across the sky that I wouldn't have seen if I hadn't taken the dog out right when I did and if I hadn't been staring at the sky in just that spot when I did. Neat. Sometimes, in between eviction notices and dead guitar heroes, life finds weird ways of being awesome.