Good golly I wish I had a generously rich friend that wanted to buy me tickets to V-Fest. I'd probably even hit up this friend to purchase flight tickets so that if there were others in different provinces could join the festivities.
There are various bands either I am interested in seeing or at least I know of others that have expressed interest in their music. Such bands that are playing are:
- flaming lips
- massive attack
- raconteurs
- sam roberts
- hidden cameras
And the list goes on and on. There are so many playing.
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I believe that being "held captive" had weakened my ability to control my emotions. That and rummaging through mouse turds and fiberglass. So naturally, when I was driving yesterday back to O-Town, on a trip that usually should take 6 hours but was extended by severe thunderstorms, a "check engine" light appearing on dashboard, and my continual need to pee, I finally reached my breaking point. And as I try to write about it I realize I cannot. Apparently I still am not able to control my emotions and just as the experience yesterday caused me to snivel and cry uncontrollably, I find trying to conjure up the images brings forth the tears. Just to give you an idea, the scenario involved an unfortunate creature that had just been hit by a vehicle, yet was alive and suffering.
