I received both good news and bad news today.

The bad news first. I was going to buy a ticket for the Tina Dickow concert, you’ll remember. But the girl I was buying from can’t find the ticket. It’s gone. After reading her mail I closed down my yahoo mailbox and felt a little bad and then opened my hotmail box. There was a mail from Tina herself. Offering me a spot on the guestlist for the concert. So there you have the good news. I’m still waiting for a confirmation mail from her, but barring any unforseen circumstances I should be going to see her show tomorrow. Huzzah!

Just another reason why she is the nicest singer in the world. A couple of you suggested that I should simply ask her if I could get tickets, but I just didn’t feel I could do that. She’s been a big part of my positive progress, but I am a tiny, little miniscule part of her life. And if every person who had some tiny connection to her started asking for tickets, well that wouldn’t be fun for her. I wouldn’t presume to deserving of any special favours. Especially since it was my own damn fault that I didn’t get tickets in the first place. But I am very thankful to have them now. I sent that poem/lyric to her for the competition and I said that if I won I’d love tickets for the show tomorrow. That was the closest I could come to asking. Hinting that I needed tickets. And bless her, she was kind enough to let me in.

There was a part of me that was happy that I wouldn’t be able to go. The social phobic part of me. The part that says “It’s better to stay home. Don’t challenge yourself. There will be too many people, you’ve never been to a concert in Musikhuset before. It’s all too dangerous. It’s better to spend the evening in front of the computer, nothing will happen to you there”. The part of me that I have to fight. The part that talks loudly whenever I have to do something new, something social. But I also know that there is virtually no chance of not enjoying myself at the show. I know I will be happy afterwards. And during. And I know that it will help make me stronger for the future, it will help quiet down that phobic voice. It’s important to do these things, and it’s fun.

My mood is better, naturally. It also helped to see the goats again. I didn’t go over the weekend, and yesterday the playground was only open in the morning. When I was lying in bed and thinking of dying. What a silly way to spend the morning. Anyway, today I went up and had my fun with six little goat kids, three adults. And lambs. I have to get a good picture of Fine and Flotte. They are so funny-looking. Flotte practically has an afro. A tiny, white one. But an afro nonetheless. He looks a little like a silly, white Samuel L. Jackson. From some angles.

Meanwhile, half the kingdom to whoever invents a death ray that only kills spammers. And the other half to whoever brings me the head of Colonel Montoya.

Hmm? What? Oh, and by that I mean, of course, “the end”.

Yes, that’ll do.

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