I remember the day Atlantis came home for the last time, I watched NASA TV until they left the live broadcast. I went to bed and didn't get out of it for three days...
I contemplated adding 230gr of lead and brass to my diet, but decided that would be really mean to anyone that had to clean up the resulting mess. So I just shut that space cadet part of me off.
Man that was worse than quitting smoking!!!! After a month of avoiding ANYTHING space, I friend of mine gave me a poster of Challenger from 85. I got home before the damn broke.
But I am back to myself again, is somewhat more depressed than I was, and far more filled with rage at those whom made this i***tic decision.
Farewell Space Shuttle. I will be visiting each of you when the time comes...