Why must museums close so early?

I'm going to Cardiff for two days, which I will mostly spend out of the city on tours that come back around 5:30. The Red Dragon Centre, where they have a Doctor Who exhibition, closes at 6:30 and it's at the very least a 20 minute walk from the tour's drop off point. At times like this I really wish I could run. I might beg the driver if it might be possible to leave me someplace closer so I can at least run around for half an hour. And that's if the tour gets back at 5:30 and not later. *mopes* I am such a geek.

Still thinking whether I should spend yet another $315 to go to Budapest for two days. I so don't have time for another trip, but no is when I know I can. It's not like I go off to other countries every other year and with the future job situation who knows how things will play out. I am so not telling dad how much money I'm spending here. No way. It's my money, anyway, but he gets this stern frown on his face when I steer away from financial sense. Then again, this is the man who spent $2,000 on a camera and didn't want to admit it.

I'm losing my marbles

Movie break!! Never mind that this movie break includes more organizing of the interminable thesis notes. Which I suspect will only occupy 30% of my time.

There's no real purpose to this post other than to say that I get the urge to write a fic for that bogus trailer at the beginning of Tropic Thunder every time I see it. I am so getting this movie on DVD.