Just a little anecdote from my last dose of nightwork.
At the start of the night, I was just about to climb into Kronos (my car, not a spaceship or anything - just in case you're reading this and have never met me or something. Oh, you have a warty face and smell like the vomit of a lemur, too.) when I looked up at the moon. "Great," I remember thinking - "Does this mean we'll have lots of crazy people call up?" (For the record - don't believe the rumours about full moons. The last few nights that have been crazy have been not-full-moon nights. And the full moon nights have been relatively sedate.)
Then, on the way home, I looked and saw the moon... and it was a crescent. A thin crescent.
It wasn't until I got home and told Adam about it that I found out there was to be a lunar eclipse that night. Guess I caught the tail end of it.
But I was starting to think perhaps the crazy person was me...
Cue the weird music and the wiggling fingers that are somehow supposed to make these things scary.
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