as vonnegut would say
I have a ticket to go see Subset Rubdown tonight at the Black Cat, but I feel like crap. I woke up last night at three in the morning and couldn't fall asleep again until five because of my stuffy head and crazy dreams. I already bought my ticket, so I know I should go to the show, but the thought of standing up for several hours while slightly lightheaded with a drippy nose, then riding the metro back to work, getting my car, and driving home seems overwhelming. And the thought of going home, watching my Netflix movie, and eating my leftover soup sounds extremely pleasurable. And so it goes.