(no subject)
Untold numbers of things could happen to me between now and March. I might get into a fit of organizing madness and delete e-mails that I absolutely shouldn't. Stuff might happen that would necessitate me to stick around back home. A client who shall remain unnamed might guilt me into clearing my schedule for him again for the sake of his young family. The economy might tank and bring our currency down with it. Certain authorities might deem me unfit to set foot in their country. God might smite my wallet - figuratively speaking - as a punishment for my greed. Last but not least, I might get, you know, prematurely shipped off to the great moshpit in the sky.
Anyway, the point of the above paragraph is, I've just bagged my ticket to two (!!) Pixies (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) shows in Perth, and I'm so dumbstruck I can't even feel a thing.
Anyway, the point of the above paragraph is, I've just bagged my ticket to two (!!) Pixies (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) shows in Perth, and I'm so dumbstruck I can't even feel a thing.