9 days, baby.

I'm supposed to be watching the Orionid meteor shower right now except the peak is tomorrow night and I really don't have the patience to watch the sky on a non-peak night. At least not tonight. I'm wide awake and restless and in the mood to make lots of wishes.

I thought the peak was tonight, by the way, cuz I'm an idiot and spent the whole day thinking it was Sunday.

I love the stars and I love the moon. I want to tattoo them all over my body and wear moonstones and meteorites on my fingers. Math makes me clench my teeth in hatred, yet I will happily figure out equations and formulas if astronomy is involved.

Nothing makes me happier than a good, violent, awesome meteor shower.

I think the typing has calmed me a bit so now I will go back in the road and lie on my back. It's a wonder I haven't been run over yet.

Edited to say: fucking clouds....

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