We just got home from seeing Trans-Siberian Orchestra in concert. It was fantastic, and Andrew Ross is my new boyfriend — don’t tell Frank. You know, I had no idea I could scream so loudly as I did when they introduced him. My vocal chords just took over, and I had no control over my volume. My whole section looked at me like I was being all uncouth or something. WhatEVS, girls behind me who talked in conversational tones throughout the ENTIRE CONCERT (that is, when they weren’t digging in their purses for gum).
Anyway, what I wanted to say about the concert. (Actually, I want to say lots about it, but it really wore me out, and I shall be sleeping soon.) I have learned that there is such a thing as overstimulation of the optic nerve. I know this, because I have just experienced it.
Ok. Brain tired. Brain hurt. Brain sleep.