The woman at the box office thinks I'm a stalker.
I guess I am, in a way.
I've traveled all over the states just to see him play. Too many times, in fact, to remember the exact number. The excitement of him coming to my home town is just overwhelming. Tickets are currently only available to Egg members, so I signed up for a membership just so I could get first dibs on seats. They got me there. But I'm so glad they did. I was talking a mile a minute over the phone and the sales girl actually stopped and slowed her own speaking down in the hopes, I think, that I'd slow down too and maybe perhaps form complete sentences.
Merry Christmas indeed!
January 31st cannot come soon enough.