Moop. Billy Joel tickets are turning out to be more of a you-know-what in the ass than are worth it, so I'm not going to go to the concert. Turns out the fiddler gig I hoped to sneak up to Westport to see was last night, rather than the second week of August as I'd gotten it into my head. Ted looked sufficiently dismayed at the idea of missing MeCon while I got to go that I expect I won't be going to that, either. I've just had a second dinner of potatoes & vegetables in a week, this time because the chicken wasn't fully cooked when I cut into it. And god damn it, Firefox keeps freezing up and swallowing all the system resources.