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[inahandbasket]

Holy shit that was scary.

Came home at 11ish from an evening of playing Magic: The Gathering (yes, the card game) with some fellow old-school dorks, got dropped off at the apartment, walked up the steps and opened the door. Thereup, I was greeted by the overwhelming stench of natural gas.*
Freaked out, I ran into the bedroom and started shaking my dear prosicated, who didn't respond for a good 5 seconds. As you can imagine I was duly freaking at this point, but true to my form I wasn't shouting but just quietly... well... freaked out.

Finally she did wake up, and said "oh god, it does smell like gas in here..."
Like I needed the vindication. I almost had a headache already from the strength of it.

As it turns out, one of the burners wasn't all the way turned off, and had been slowly leaking for a number of hours into the apartment.
The cats are both fine, prosicated is also fine (and already back asleep), but damn that was a scary moment. I won't be sleeping for at least another hour, by then hopefully my heart will have stopped pounding.


*Yes, I know natural gas is odorless, but they cut it with methane for just such occurances. So you can smell leaks.

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[rainbow-spork.livejournal.com]

But I left at 10, and you got home at 11... but we Meg stopped cooking at like, 8. I'm just surprised that it would've gotten so much worse in the last hour, you know? But yeah, I guess we acclimated.

[rainbow-spork.livejournal.com]

Also, how funny that I'm sitting here feeling guilty, when in theory, another appropriate reaction would be to get mad at prosicated for trying to kill me! =)