Well, I'm nearly out of time. I'm been rationing my internet use to 30 minutes a day at the cafe. But, that really only gives me time to check my email and respond to a few. I need to get back to putting those packages together. They need to be mailed as soon as possible. I still haven't even sent out Thank You cards for the wedding (and never mind on the wedding announcements I was going to send to the people we didn't send invitations to). Christmas stresses me out far too much. What could've been a nice day designing a card with the hubby was an anxiety fest with me driving him crazy. I need to relax. I need to stop waking up in such a bad mood. But today was different. The pain. Oh the pain.

An album should be getting mastered today. I probably wasn't supposed to say that.

Happy birthday Mish. I still love you even though we don't talk and you don't even read (or know about, that I know of) this.

Last year, I wrote of my first taco Bell experience. As far as I can remember, there's only been one since, and that was late after a show in Hamilton and it was the first thing open we saw. Since we were with Andrew, I suppose we were working on the demos then...