BEST. MONDAY. EVER.

As soon as the alarm went off this morning, my brain started in with its usual obnoxious nattering.

"So remember last night," it starts out, "when I made you have that dream where monkeys cut your hair really short, like, Amelie-style? Yeah, I thought that would be a great idea, because you really do need to cut your hair, but seriously, don't go with that style, because your hair is way to fine and frizzy; it would never work. Plus, having monkeys cut your hair is probably a bad idea."

It's very difficult to argue with the voices in your head, especially on a very grey and dour Monday morning.

"Fine," I replied. "What am I wearing today?"

My brain singsonged, "I know something you forgot! You have something special you need to dress for!"

I hate it when my brain plays this game, but I'm a sucker for it every time.

"What is it? Is there some meeting at work I forgot about? I thought we weren't scheduling things for Monday anymore? Ugh, do I have to wear pinstripes today?"

Fortunately, my brain has a tendency to act much like myself, and it can't hold out very long in this game. Also, i think I gave t a huz, whatwith the pinstripes and all.

"DECEMBERISTS CONCERT TONIGHT!!!!"

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh fuck yeah. The tickets are already worth the ridiculous amount of money I paid. This is better than the time I took my winter coat out of storage (read: the closet) and found a Snickers in the pocket.

Ok, almost better.