Psych fest

So early Wednesday morning I get up in the dark and stub my toe on my cat's scratching pad. It hurt like a mother fucker but I was on a mission so I limped back to bed and went back to sleep. I ended up working from home that day so I didn't put a lot of pressure on it. I went to work the next day and thought a lot differently.

I went to the doctor because my boss said, "Toes aren't supposed to be that color." The xrays revealed I have a broken toe. I'm in a boot until at least next Tuesday when I see the podiatrist.

My husband has been to Austin Psych Fest for at least the past 3 years. This year he is going to spend the entire weekend at the festival. I decided I wanted to go to the concert with him for a little while. I would arrive at my time and leave at my time. That way I had limited potential of turning into a whiny bitch. If I felt like it was time to go home then I'd go home and he could stay. Freedom.

It's three stages in an open field. I'm in an orthopedic boot. I'm going to that music festival. I will be strong and limit my whining. I will be smart and take a chair. I'll get to spend some quality time with my husband in his happy place. So hell yeah, I'm going to psych fest.

Oh and there are some really cool bands. Check it out:

The Horrors : Do you remember

Temples : Colours to Life