Hey you know what is rad? 

every year, I buy these plane tickets to go to Gallifrey, right?  And every year, I buy them and immediately my brain makes the meltdown noise and the compartments begin to fill with water let in by the iceburg of a purchase I’ve made and despite having checked obsessively before purchasing I need to check AGAIN, and then about every ten minutes for an hour, that I haven’t gotten the dates wrong and fucked myself over to the tune of several hundred dollars

and this year I just

bought them, was pleased at myself for having set aside more than enough money, and re-checked Only Once after purchase!  

That feels like improvement even if my brain turned into a malevolent radio for eight hours on Monday.  You win some you lose some.