P.S. I got one ticket at 6am when tix went on-sale to the general public. It was in the fifth row. I was thinking, "I could buy forty closer tickets at any German venue, and those tickets have been on-sale for how long?"

"I've lost my place,
I'm close behind."

Meanwhile, I just wrestle with stupid papers that don't mean anything. The dog walker AGAIN ordered me to call the vet to request specific meds for her "arthritis." The dog runs like crazy, but he gets the full picture in the 9 hours he spends with her a week, and I'm the crazy one, so I obeyed and called the vet demanding specific meds. I know that is not the way the Rx process goes, but I'm the low person on the totem pole. Now, the police have probably been notified that I'm calling AGAIN demanding pain relievers.

Then, the boss' meds got messed up again. I guess the pill company's great computer upgrade didn't have columns in their spreadsheets for "no substitutes accepted," as this has happened twice.

At least I rejoiced today that I had ridden out a mauled hand and broken wrist without doctors and meds. I'm not going to win any beauty contest a this rate, but at least I'm not going around like a child on Prozac.

I'm glad you and Justin enjoy the moon rising over the rooftops. Of course I'm jealous, and that's only because I'm at my wit's (just one) end, feeling like everything hit the fan, struggling to crank out only a few pages of viable work.

Anyway, I've got loads of garbage to crank out. It would be easy if I had no values, but I try to use my mighty-mouse powers to - yeah, right.

Well, what's this Vivid Seats ad I keep seeing for Justin in Houston in June? They want to sell me tickets. I'd love to go, but I'm gonna have to pay the dog walker $600 for my upcoming tour dates as it is.

OK. I'll work on my charity and come back with peace and flowers. Right now, I have a headache from banging it on my fists.

The curse continues. The boss just got a call about his high school reunion. It will be the weekend of August 11. Hahahahahahahaha. Do I know how to buy tickets I can't use or what? The last reunion lasted three weeks. This may not be good. Meanwhile, he is stalling on getting somebody to sub for me.

I can't answer any of that. I have a boss whose plans change as the wind blows. Within the last few days, I had several setbacks - both people who were going to sub for my Moodies getaways now have family members in critical condition. The boss wants to hire the "new gal" on his terms and conditions, which I fear will be after I would have to be out the door. I've been there, done that, wasting two airplane tickets already.

I woke up in a better mood, though. I was unusually calm. Last night, I had the most amazing craving for onion rings. I just had to get them. So, I did. That one stupid act put my bank balance below the amount needed to get a ticket that went on-sale this morning. Oh, I say I love Justin when in fact I'm a slave to my big, fat gut. "Lesson learned," said I, and went back to work.

I still have a gob of work to do before I start the next load, but I'm not anxious about it. The fever may be gone. Yay.

What's the deal with these general-admission concerts with VIP tickets, anyway? Do you get a bad seat and a lot of stuff, or can one score a good seat? I must wait until my bank posts my deposit.

OK. That information actually was very helpful. Thank you.

That's really nice that you'd do that for me, but I am in no position to commit. I can't say I'm being taken advantage here, because most of my days are whiled away like the Maytag repairman's. I could have written so many symphonies, read so many books, learned so many languages, gotten my math up-to-speed. Instead, I write stupid articles for newspapers.

OK. I'm not going to buy any more tickets for the short-haul. I was going to try to get a ticket today. I went to see the new on-sale dates posted by Mango Margarita on TER. I clicked on the seating chart of one that was not yet on-sale and saw I could buy tickets. There was a fairly good seat at a first-row table, so I bought it. Then, Ticketmaster informed me, "Congratulations! You're going to Air Supply!" Well, the lady at Ticketmaster was very nice and arranged for me to get a refund in the next 7-10 days.

I tried again at the Rams Head, but you all are swifter than me. There were about six really good seats when I got in, but when I clicked on them, all went gray. Bummer.

Now we focus on car repairs and taxes and shall return to scour the aftermarket in May.