blergh

Well, we were going to see Neil deGrasse Tyson tonight, but shitty parking and cranky passengers and now I'm eating Wendy's instead. UGH. But whatever. I see him lecture on the internet and TV all the time. Tonight would have just been bragging rights, you know? Like, what is the benefit of seeing him in person? Bragging rights. (This is the conclusion we came to in the car while waiting in traffic for about nine times longer than it should have taken to go the distance we went (and have gone for past events holy shit what parking services administrator did they piss offfff).)

I'm tired. And sad, but not about the no-astrophysics thing. I want a real job. I want employer-paid health insurance. I want my house to be not a disaster area. I want lots of things (and people!) that are just never going to happen and I want to learn how to get the fuck over stuff (and people! Okay: one person!) instead of clinging endlessly.

...it's fun how giving absolutely no details away still feels like I'm peeling off my skin and standing up in the middle of Times Square. REPRESSION \o/