Six. Sets of Sense.

Today I type a bajillion letters and the Folks return from the Land of the Rising Sun.

Depressingly, no X Concert tickets. And, since circumstances are so annoyingly impossible, it feels too easy to give up now. After searching and googling, worrying and gnashing teeth, I feel quite exhausted by the whole affair.

But. I can't. Give it up.

The timing of our trip is too bloody perfect for me to just let go of it.
WE. WILL BE. THERE. ON BOTH DAYS. THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE THAT I AM IN JAPAN AND X IS PERFORMING SO HOW CAN I NOT-GO.

I have, however, given up being anxious about it everyday. I leave my fate in the hands of the Kinken Shoppu and random scalpers at the venue itself when we get to Tokyo.

Then and only then, if we are unable to get the tickets despite all efforts, I will gladly surrender as I would have done everything in my power, save terrorising Japanese people everywhere I go and/or paying an extortionate 600 SGD (There are, after all, limits to my devotion. I'd rather spend that money on a mountain of Japanese music and catch them some time later/eventually/in the future at Bangkok which is infinitely cheaper in every way.)