I had a dream Friday night when I finally got to sleep. I'd missed my flight. I don't know where I was going, but I realized my flight time too late. I felt deflated. defeated.
well, what I realized today was that I didn't miss any flights. but I do have concert tickets sitting on my dresser that were for Friday night. and in the craziness of my last few weeks, I completely spaced the date of the show.
I'm bummed I missed the show. and I'm even more annoyed that I was at work instead of enjoying good music. something's got to give. I can't miss any more "dates" because of work.