hey if I didn't have a total mental breakdown on Saturday, then I would have been able to go to Baltimore on Sunday, and if I had done that then I wouldn't have felt so overloaded Sunday afternoon, which means I wouldn't have already decided to call out sick, which means I would've already been going to work; and if I had gone to Baltimore, I would not have been on tumblr in the evening when I found out that the Amerigo Vespucci was docked in Balimore until mid afternoon Monday, along with the whole tallship festival, and because all I do on a Normal Trip to Baltimore is hang out with a dead guy and then go stare at sharks for 4 hours (on work nights I don't usually do Fell's Point), I would NOT have noticed it was tall ship festival weekend.
I am 0% grateful for any aspect of my mental illness, socrates can rot, i'd rather be happy, but damn. dominos in my favor, I watched the most beautiful ship in the world (though tbh I still think the Constellation is prettier, my most favorite and beloved boat still floating--sorry Lady Washington) sail out of the harbor, got to see more tallships on the harbor at once then since the days of steam engines overtaking sails entirely, and that was a Good Ttime.
