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Step 1: Finally get around to changing the bedsheets.
Step 2: Have a clumsiness attack while reaching for
migraine meds, and launch a beverage all over everything.
Whiiiiiiiiiine
And because it's also been that kind of week,
I haven't managed to make watch-a-friend's-spaceship-crash-into-the-moon[1]
viewing plans yet, for around dawn tomorrow.
[1] Okay, NASA's spacecraft, but I still think
it's pretty darned cool that a friend is helping NASA try
to smack the moon hard enough to make it bleed[2].
[2] Okay, okay, looking for water in the ejecta
that'll be thrown up by the impact -- a better analogy
might by lymph fluid instead of blood, but that kinda
spoils the poetry of the violence, don'cha think?
Uh, I think my brain is being funky again. See above
re: migraine for my excuse.
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