Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

"It still weirds me out a bit to put put a stethoscope on a patient's chest and hear a whir." -- moosl, 2009-10-01

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.