Looking up
So, there was this. My sister saw my tale of woe yesterday, hit the internets, scored us a couple of tickets to a band we love, drove from Milwaukee down to Chicago, and showed up all unannounced at about 9 o'clock last night. We'd talked about the concert earlier, but my general level of sanity I'd pretty much figured I didn't have the money or the energy to expend. So instead of wallowing on the couch, I ended up tequilaed, corsetted, and dancing my fool head off. Then we spent today lazing around watching football (nine and one, baybeeee) and she's now headed back north.
So, yeah. Good things.
So, yeah. Good things.