Blind

The concert tonight was fun. In short:
Halifax: unremarkable. Didn't care for them.
Anberlin: very good. I jumped around in the mosh pit and almost got knocked over many times. It was a very hard mosh pit, but it was great fun. They played all my favorite songs by them so I was not disappointed; I got to hear what I came for. Bought a t-shirt.
Hawthorne Heights: also very good. I like them more now that I have heard more than 2 of their songs. Might go buy a CD.
Story of the Year: their music I liked. Not so their lead singer. He felt the need to insert the f word in every sentence where he had no reason to. He bothered me more than a little. I left early.
Afterwards: went and sat at Tim Hortons by myself and drank an iced cappuchino. Thought for a while. Went home, took the wrong exit, and ended up going back into the city until I could turn around, which was quite a ways.
All in all, I'm glad I went. 'Twas fun, although my ear is ringing now and won't stop. I don't want to be deaf.

Really and truly, let's hang out tomorrow. I don't care who you are, I'm supposed to sit at home all day and watch the orchard. So come on over, it will be a party. Please, rescue me.

I keep dreaming these strange dreams, stranger as my dreams go. And in every one I'm trying so hard to save someone, but I always wake up before I can. We're running away, and hiding, and I have to help them. It's always a different scenario. For some queer reason, I'm also pregnant in more and more of my dreams nowadays. It makes you wonder...