I bought Coachella tickets today. Exxxxxxpensive, but oh-so-worth it.
It's very likely that when I told Dianna, "I don't get sick," that I was knocking on fake wood. My throat hurts. This is not good.
But the main reason I'm posting is to get the BtAF comic off the front page so that my precious page layout is returned to its former glory.
And to let you know that I can't seem to stop listening to "Ghostwriter" by RJD2.