I'm so-oo tired. I can't believe I woke up at like 8 AM. Something is seriously wrong with me. I do hope it's exercise-induced asthma. No, really. Not that it had anything to do with me waking up too realy, but still. I have another appointment with my doctor (I love private healthcare, once again) tonight, and with any luck I'll finally get the diagnosis I want. The horrible histamine test should have been enough proof. Geh.
Miyavi performed at Tavastia a few weeks ago. Was totally great. Besides, thanks to way good luck me and my friend got an awesome queue number so we werte in first row. I'd have given anything for it to be k18, though. The younger fans were a complete nightmare, especially a certain blue-haired girl and another black-haired girl. Boo. Next time, behave. Or go back to the end row where people with sucky numbers belong. Oh, and I was in tv because they apparently thought that 800 people in a line around the block for 3 hours was funny. Or something. The people interviewev were complete idiots. No offense, but really. Grow up. Sorry. I'm such a b*tch sometimes.
