Because I have, in my grubby little paws, two tickets to go see the Cure in August. I wasn't expecting the line outside the shop, and it was bloody cold but hey, people have endured worse to get tickets so I figure I lucked out. I almost didn't get floor tickets but some poor sods lost their hold on a pair and the nice ticket-seller-man pounced before anyone else could. Good reflexes, he has.

Now I just need to find a place to put them that's safe enough for them to not get lost but not so obscure that I forget where I put them. It's a problem I have. For now though I'll just leave them out and glance at them lovingly from time to time.

Can you tell I'm grinning the biggest, goofiest grin?