3-2-1 Contact

Have you ever seen the movie Contact, with Jodie Foster? There's a scene where she's strapped into a seat in the space-traveling ball that isn't supposed to be there - nothing's supposed to be "attached" to the ball. It's ridiculously rough and bouncy, and you find out it's because anything attached to the ball is basically being pulled simultaneously in both directions (across galaxy and not across galaxy) at once. When she unstraps herself from the chair, everything becomes smooth and she's floating in a zero-g space.

I feel right now like I'm strapped to that chair, and I'd really like to get back to that point that I'm calmly floating in space.

The past few months have been nothing but non-stop changes and things breaking horrifically all around me. I'm not sure how much more of this my brain can take. I found myself getting so upset at something (that turned out to be a really awesome thing) a couple weeks ago that I slammed the door to my bedroom shut. This is not a happy me. I'm really lost right now, and I kind of wish I could just scream at the top of my lungs at the world and that damned Murphy and all of his rules lawyering going on right now (damned max-min bastard that he is). Yeah, they can all just go to hell right now.