tonight i was running - well, walking really fast - for the bus, because it was sitting right there and i didn't want it to take off because i didn't want to have to wait for the next one, and a little kid who must have been running behind me tripped and fell and landed, no lie, with her head between my feet. you know that dance people do when they think if they keep walking they won't lose their balance and fall over? i did that so as not to step on the kid, and fell on my face anyway, scraping my knees and my elbow (??) in the process. i just lay there a second, because ow, and rolled over and sat up and kind of yelled "are you ok?" at the kid, because i was a little worried i might have kicked her by accident on the way down. she didn't answer me but she must have been ok because she got up and was talking to her mom, who gave me the stink-eye. i wanted to say look, lady, your kid made me lose my balance and faceplant on concrete and i think she owes me an apology, and you should be telling her to watch where she's going instead of giving me a dirty look. a guy let me get ahead of him in line for the bus, which was nice of him but totally not necessary. and i almost stepped on a kid's head and fell on my face in front of a bunch of total strangers who probably didn't even notice. >.<
but come on, mom, tell your kid to watch where she's going. she's lucky i didn't step on her.
in other news, uh, there is no other news. i'm caught up on mr robot and it continues to not make a whole lot of sense, altho i think it's the kind of not-sense that happens when you're only watching an hour a week, and if i binged it i might know what's going on. supergirl makes more sense, altho
didn't winn say the ship mon-el was on, that was buried in the bedrock, had been there for 14,000 years or some such thing? how did mon-el get zapped into the future and still end up underneath the city in 2017? i might have missed something because that made approximately zero sense to me. the second the girl whose name i have completely forgotten fell out of the pod, i knew she was his wife, tho. eh, whatever.
you can explore the international space station on googlemaps. how cool! it's so freakin' cluttered, i'd go out of my mind. i love all the stickers (for the various missions?) and personal bits stuck to things, tho. also the box of crackers and tub of dip velcroed to the galley table. little bits of proof that people live there.
the twenty-five-year-old in you wants to be near fun stuff. the adult in you wants to be near upscale gourmet groceries and the t station.
neither of you can afford the $1.5m condos that will give you those things. what the actual fuck. i'm sure they're very nice, but not for that kind of money.