Two advil and an acetaminophen later
In what must be said to have been a MAD STROKE OF LUCK, I managed to secure two third-row seats for the Rufus Wainwright concert in July.
In what must be said to have been a HORRIFIC CHANCE OCCURENCE, I managed to pretty much break the universe in the process, and have spent the last 24 hours feeling like SCUM so as to do penance.
Everything is fine at work except for when it turned into a DEATHTRAP while I was away, something about a fire on the roof going down into the walls and filling the theatre with smoke just as Movies For Mommies was ending? Yes. And I had to interrogate family members to make sure I hadn't had some kind of Donnie Darko moment? Yes. But anyway, nobody died and the building is fine again and my boss still likes me.
STILL I THINK IT MAY BE A SIGN.
I wish I could stop compulsively destroying my fingernails.
And now if you'll excuse me, I have to go stop a cat from eating my purse.
In what must be said to have been a HORRIFIC CHANCE OCCURENCE, I managed to pretty much break the universe in the process, and have spent the last 24 hours feeling like SCUM so as to do penance.
Everything is fine at work except for when it turned into a DEATHTRAP while I was away, something about a fire on the roof going down into the walls and filling the theatre with smoke just as Movies For Mommies was ending? Yes. And I had to interrogate family members to make sure I hadn't had some kind of Donnie Darko moment? Yes. But anyway, nobody died and the building is fine again and my boss still likes me.
STILL I THINK IT MAY BE A SIGN.
I wish I could stop compulsively destroying my fingernails.
And now if you'll excuse me, I have to go stop a cat from eating my purse.