(invincible, oh oh oh, you're invincible)

I managed to make it through a day of work yesterday, but today was apparently not going to happen for me. I felt like maybe, maybe I could make it at work, if I didn't have to stand up very quickly and nobody vomited in front of my register (again), but then I asked myself: could I make it a whole bus ride potentially sitting behind Grandma Pee Pee? The answer was no, I could not. So I called in and went back to bed.

I thought about eating something, if only on principle, but I haven't really eaten anything in the last three days and apparently am not going to be allowed to start now, so I just used a sharpie to anthropomorphize the carton of eggs in the fridge and retreated to the internet.

I think Erik and Mara took off to go to Macy's or something, so I am listening to Blind Guardian and getting so incredibly pumped for the concert on Wednesday. Hoooooooly crap. "Imaginations From The Other Side" started playing and it suddenly hit me in a wave of gloriously melodic metal that I am going to finally see my favorite band, almost exactly six years after Paul first discovered "The Bard's Song." I logged on to the forums and started reading the concert thread, and read this post by somebody who had just seen the concert in another state:

"...and also during Welcome to Dying (I think, christ that was a hell of a set) Hansi looked straight into my eyes when he let loose one of his famous banshee screams and I felt cold and a little dizzy like how Frodo must have felt when the blade of the Nazgul broke in his shoulder at Weathertop.

I'm gonna go make some cocoa."

And all of the sudden it was like WHOOOOA and I was up out of my chair and running around with metal hands up and for some reason I don't entirely understand I really wanted to watch Braveheart. This is it! This is Blind Guardian! I'm gonna see Blind Guardian! I never thought it would happen. I mean, for one thing it's hard enough to get a power metal band from Germany imported into the States for a tour of any size, much less have a tour stop in Minneapolis. But this band formed at pretty much the same time I did. They've been active for twenty one years now. They could retire at any time and nobody could hold it against them because hot dog, after two decades of premium power metal who wouldn't be ready to wear earplugs and nap for the rest of forever? I'm just glad I get to see them at least once before they decide to pull the plug.

I'm feeling pretty hardcore now, so I think I'm going to try to eat some soup. Here goes nothin'.