To sleep, perchance to dream, ay, there's the rub.

In this case the rub is the fact that Rob Zombie and Ozzy Osbourne are playing at Rexall tomorrow and I have fucking wicked-ass tickets. Just to make it more difficult, the new Soilwork album is in stores the day after. This has to be a sign of the apocalypse, one of the unwritten ones like the tenth or eleventh. There is no way I could experience this much music love without something horrible just around the corner. Maybe I'm due to lose a testicle in some horrible industrial accident (unlikely), guaranteed I won't be contracting an STD anytime soon, so I guess we'll just have to wait and see what sort of horrible gotcha life has in store for me. I'll keep you posted.