Yes, I am an Oddball.

I don't know about anyone else but I think the only thing I can say about 2020-2021 is...what the hell happened? We are a hairs breath from 2022 and I'm just not done processing 2020. I can honestly say I never thought that I'd live through a plague, insurrection or Row v. Wade being overturned but here we are. I hate conservitives. I think I can honestly say that now. After years of trying to play nice, giving the benefit of doubt and trying to respect others feelings I'm done. Which leads to my frustration with my own politcal party. We have the upper hand right now and still can't get anything done because we are free thinkers. No one is willing to stand up and say "GET ON THE FUCKING PARTY LINE AND VOTE THE WAY WE TELL YOU TOO." Honestly we've learned nothing from the GOP. If you want to ram policy through you get the peons to put aside their personal views and vote the way you tell them to. Problem solved. But no. Gotta play nice on our side. Si

Morgan stepped out of the small chamber and sighed, it had been a long night but she was home again in her own time. Her own lab. She let her fingers linger on the TARDIS sticker adorning the door as she closed it. Samuel had put it there years ago, before she got it working properly. It was fitting, Dr. Who was what inspired her to do the work to make pricise time travel possible. While the rest of humanity seemed focus on reaching the outer limits of space, she had been facinated by time. Everyone knew small jumps forward and back were possible but she was who figured out how to get exactly when and where you wanted to go and back again safely. Her theories, her machines. Now leased to the government for 500 years, in exchange for her own lab with staff, a large salary and final say on what they did with her tech. She knew that last part was probably a joke. As she turned she saw David, her android, approching with cold water a blanket from the warmer. She couldn't help but smi