tomorrow is Nine Inch Nails night, finally. after someone got sick and postponed the show. jerks. I swear some strange force is trying to stop me from going to this show. It's like everything that could happen to stop me has, aside from getting hit by a car or a plane. but there is all day tomorrow and a 2 1/2 hour car ride to get there, so anything can happen. Maybe this is some weird final destination crap. and if i don't stop james and i from going we're gonna die or something. then death will hunt us cause we were supposed to die. and then i'll feed james to death.
actually, i guess i could spare james. he did make me his best man after all. maybe we'll just feed the car to death. although he probably doesn't eat cars. or she. i think death is probably a she.
see what this cold medicine does to me. delirious i tell you.