Why am I always at the wrong place at the wrong time? Please stop trying to kill me, Universe. I have shit to do. No more Time Square (the first time I go there in months, someone wants to blow it up. Not only that. I got lucky enough to be in the theatre they refused to evacuate and wouldn't let anyone leave. Fun Times.) and apparently I'm not supposed to see the Space Exhibit at the Museum of Natural History.
So, that's strike two and I'm concerned strike three won't allow me to update y'all on my rediculousness. My happy ass will gladly stay in Brooklyn. Goodbye, Anything above 14th Street. It was nice knowing you.
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