Today Is Like: Aww, Sniffle, Suck It Up.

Today was supposed to be the day that I drove to Philly to see Mumford and Sons in concert. I will be staying in this here Northern Virginia though, weeping that I've only seen once concert this entire year, which I cannot lament in itself, it was a very good one and it was Mumford and Sons but remember when I used to go to concerts all summer long? And remember when Nora and I saw music often while in London? And remember when I had a sense of adventure?

Tell me what the hell has happened?