i haven't had that much fun at a concert since nine inch nails*, my hearing's buggered and i just want more…
* a very different scale of concert, but still
i spent too long adding strip search artists' comics to my reader. like i didn't have enough to get through :P
on my way out of the apartment the universe dropped me a line to say "do your own damn shirts" - using the laundry service isn't as safe as doing my ironing myself, apparently :/
i got out of the metro into a sunny six-degree morning, and all i could think of was "perfect beach weather"! the day was ridiculously beautiful, becoming a warm sunny afternoon that made me smile when i left.
huh! until recently i was in a manager trois, i'm amused that there's now a word for that :P
after a relaxed day of administrative tasks, i walked out early to get changed and meet up with yang to go to the concert.
when yang said goodbye and got off the train i realized that i'd been shouting unnecessarily; why is it that i only remember earplugs as these kinds of events begin?