I know that Trent is sick. On the NIN website he says that he hasn't felt this sick in a really long time. But god damn cock-sucking son of a whore, I was looking forward to tonight's concert.
It's more than just seeing NIN, which in itself will be awesome and for which I now have floor tickets for the March 10th concert (on a friday night...so that's nice). It's more than the fact that I had set up to take tomorrow morning off because I knew I'd be pumped afterwards.
It's because it's Lundi Gras. And I should be in New Orleans. I said to myself, well, if I can't be in New Orleans for Mardi Gras, as least I can party on Lundi Gras and Mardi Gras and I'll feel a connection to my city. See, seeing concerts on Lundi Gras is a Carnival tradition. But now, all I want to be is in New Orleans. Since there's no concert for me tonight, what's stopping me from being there? Nothing. but i'm not there and i can't get there. and i want it so badly. So, i'll mask at work tomorrow and go out tomorrow night...but, it's not the same. Not the same at all.
Off to attack the dirt on the dishes.