Amber and I are off to only the second concert we have bought tickets for since moving to Fayetteville. To see whom, you ask?
Muse, of course.
I thoroughly expect my head to explode from how great this concert is going to be. Too bad that will make going to work and getting up at 4:30 in the morning somewhat difficult, especially since I will have nowhere to put my contacts or a good way to center my T-shirt neckhole ove my headless torso. Still, rock on.
Yep. Rock on.
