Oh dear Lord.

It's midnight. I just poured myself through my parents' front door. I'm sweaty, bruised, sore, and exhausted. My glasses are bent, my ears are ringing, and my voice is toast.

It was the most amazing concert ever. Seriously. Worth every fucking penny. I'm a writer, and I'm at a loss for words. I even got to have a brief but very cool conversation with Shannon, and I got a hug from him. Jared and Tomo were impressed by Eddie's mohawk, and a lot of fans came up to ask if they could take pics of the symbols on the sides of his head.

Pictures to come tomorrow after I've had a wee bit of sleep.

For now...off to grab a shower and go to bed.