Another day, another fork in my eye

I'm pretty glad to be back in some ways - missed Figaro like crazy, missed talking to people who say 'fuck', missed my cat, et cetera. In other ways I'm not. I really do love Northern England, you see. It's pretty. Nature is pretty here, and the people are better looking. Otherwise, there's about 2/10 aesthetic value in my parts of Ontario.

Anyways. Tonight's Scissor Sisters concert was cancelled. Mr. N thinks it may be rescheduled at a bigger venue since they've exploded with that bloody cute single about not wanting to dance and there's been no mention of refunds yet. All I can say is fuck you, everybody whose fault this is. I wanted fucking Scissor Sisters tonight.

I need to do some of the work I didn't do last week now.

Sigh.