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Yesterday was interesting.

My parents picked me up in my dad's giant, white truck at the Holiday Inn at around one in the afternoon. It was embarrassing riding around in a white truck that read "git r done" on the windshield, but I lived. Let's be thankful for that.

We drove to Shiloh and stopped at a Quiznos. Now, the last time I had eaten a meal was Sunday afternoon before I started the drive to St. Louis. This also had been my only meal that day. We get to Quiznos and I order my usual broccolli and cheese soup breadbowl and sit down with it. I definitely devoured that sucker in under five minutes.

Tamora called me and I told her that I had, in fact, made it to the Dresden Dolls show. We talked for a few minutes, then I had to go and find my car. We had to get a trailer from a U-Haul station and drag my car back to Indiana. It took a very, very long time to get there.

My ears are still popping from listening to my MP3 player constantly the four hour drive. (It was only supposed to be three and a half, but my dad got lost. And he went 55 miles an hour on the interstate. Semis were passing us. Also note that I have a lead foot when I drive, and I go 80 on the interstate.)

Dad took my car to some place called "Jody's" and I don't know what's going on with it. I had to call in to David's Bridal last night and told them that I couldn't make it into work the next day (which is currently today) and my manager didn't sound happy about that. Sorry, not my fault.

Anyway, so The Dresden Dolls played this AMAZING cover for Fight For Your Right, and I thought I was going to pee myself. Brian fucking Viglione sang. God, he's amazingly gorgeously hot. Amanda went into the audience for The Gardner, which is an amazing song that you can find on automaticjoy.com. Oh, and they did Sorry Bunch! My god, I love them more and more every time I see them.

Oh, and I saw Juno a few nights ago. It was amazing.

So, here's the final count. I left home on Sunday at around one o'clock in the afternoon. I got home at a little after seven in the evening on Monday. Do I regret going? Fuck no.