Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

Feh. Used up my burst of energy getting breakfast and getting ready. Ibuprofen helped my knees but not my head. I could get to the festival site by 5:00 [as of this paragraph; obviously not by the time I finished writing the rest of this entry], not counting however long it takes to park and walk around (the band I want to see is scheduled for 5:45) but the ratio of attention spent staying upright to attention spent enjoying the music would be unfavourable and I'm being rather annoyingly sensitive to noise right now (especially bass frequencies). So although I would probably enjoy myself once I got there, it'd be a strain and make me feel drained at the same time. And it has started to rain (at least on my side of town; maybe not up at Druid Hill).

Of course, now I'm feeling all blue and pouty about this "change of plans" even though the plan I'd told myself was "see how I feel," not "oh oh gonna go festival whee." So I've got to either change my mind, dredge up the energy somehow, and run across town Real Soon (and hope I don't use up so many spoons that I screw up the next few days' plans) [as you can see, I wound up writing more instead -- insert brief snippet of Rush lyric here if so inclined]; or I need to remind myself over and over and over, "this was a 'maybe' all along, from the moment I first heard about it ... I didn't really expect to get this close to going after that busy weekend last weekend ... this was only a 'maybe' all along ... there'll be a festival next year ... this was only a 'maybe' all along ..." until I stop feeling like a bad person for not getting out to support my community, an idiot for missing a change to go do something cheerful, and a lamer for yet again missing a chance to hear OGO. That may take a lot of repetitions. (Wouldn't it be so much more convenient sometimes to be completely rational? Not terribly human, but oh so conventient. Sometimes.) Or I can just sulk.

(Note that you needn't bother pointing out that my illness -- and perhaps my year-round visibility -- excuse me from having to participate in a festival to 'support' my community. The rational parts of me know that. They're not the bits contributing to the poutiness.)

So I'm going to close my eyes for a little while (possibly with a guitar in my hands (a solidbody electric -- easier to play flat on one's back (with an acoustic I'd be tempted to prop myself up with pillows and less likely to let myself fall asleep if I get sleepy))) and rest. Then I'll use my next brief burst of energy either to drive to Arlington or write a journal entry about last weekend.

Hmm. And I really ought to try to hack tags support into Clive.