NASA screwed up, again.

Today is the day. Today, I, Parker Ramirez, go through a wormhole. This will be fun. I hold onto that thought while I climb out of bed to take a shower. I never really got wormholes, the bending of space and crap. Seems fun. I turn on the shower, undress, and hop in. I let the warm water splash onto me as I reach to get the soap. I scrub a little onto my hair and body and wash it off. As I turn off the shower, I notice I got a text. I pick up my phone. Its my boss, damn. I can't miss work today, hence its launch day and everything. I grab a towel and dry myself off. I go over to my wardrobe and pick out a few clothes. "Need something nice, need something nice......." I mutter to myself. I end up picking out a t shirt that said "I love New York!" and some simple jeans. Lets do this.