For those of you who live under a rock and don't watch television on a regular basis, there is a giant hurricane heading this way as I type this. Not to be an alarmist (but after living in Miami for 20 years, dealing with all these hurricanes, and surviving Andrew, it's hard not to be) but this Wilma is fucking huge. And as such I am going through the motions at work and at home.
But for some reason Wilma directly isn't my source of worry.
My main concern, the possibility of the cancellation of my beloved NIN concert. Stupidly shallow concern? Yes, I know, but you are not the one who scraped every cent together to get the tickets. You are not the one who waited nearly 10 years for this fucking concert. So shut the fuck up.
But I know it's inevitable. No one would want the band to be in the state anyways so that they don't get caught in this shit.
But as of right now there is no cancellations yet. YET.
And it doesn't help that I feel the most shittest at this time. Fucking flu. Argh. All shit and no play makes me a grumpy girl.
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i still have my fingers crossed that you get your show. feel better and stay safe.
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