So, yesterday afternoon I was driving and thinking that maybe I was getting too hung up on the whole astronomy thing. The committee in my head seconded and thirded the motion. Bitches! They said I'm weak because I throw myself into whatever I'm doing.

I gazed to my left, out the window towards the lake. And there was a big, old car with a NASA sticker on its bumper.

I said, "no, I don't throw myself, I lose myself," and went on smiling.