And now for something completely different:

For Friendmas, Ed and I gave Shan a pair of tickets to see the So You Think You Can Dance Canada tour. Shan likes dancing; we like Shan; it seemed like an excellent idea. She was thrilled, so I’m guessing the gift was a good one.

The show is tonight, and Shan is taking me. That wasn’t my intent when we bought the tickets, but Josh wasn’t interested in going so I get to instead. Hooray! It should prove to be an interesting evening. I haven’t willingly surrounded myself with screaming girls in quite some time – maybe I should pick up some earplugs on the way to GM Place.

The sky appears to be clearing a little, and it’s giving me hope that we might get a little sunshine and warmth around these parts. I’ve got some pretty serious cabin fever – I want the freedom of two wheels and to escape feeling like cattle whenever I take transit. I want to have some fun. There’s a strange tenseness in my chest that I can’t seem to shake, and I’m hoping a good jolt of pure silly joy will clear it right up. I don’t like longing for things, especially when I honestly don’t know what it is I’m longing for. It’s annoying. I’m fairly certain it’s making ME annoying to be around. None of this is very good at all.

I need to get out of my head.