The Last Day of November
Made a deal with that kid I work with, Danny, today. He drives me to the concert, I buy the tickets to Deftones and Incubus. 'Tones are pretty good, but it's Incubus that has my panties in a wad! Now this is the way to get around. He asked if 'someone up north' would have a problem with his taking me. I looked at him cross-eyed. It would never occur to me to even ask, as it would never occur to him to be jealous. "I have my own life, he has his. I have mostly guy friends or girlfriends who have their own girlfriends. Lesbians. He spends a great deal of time with females himself. He's never seemed to have a problem before."
Or has he?
Little late for that now.
So, after a little persuasion that I don't mind buying the ticket, proceeds are going to a good cause other than sating my need for good tunes, (I can't remember what the cause was, it did involve children on one level or another), he said it was a go. So coming Sunday night, I'm going to see a show I've wanted to see for a while. Christmas present to me, from me. I'll leave the other two paychecks this month for everyone else. HHhhhhmmmmmmm. Sleep. Need very much bad now.