A Clusterfuck of Epic Proportions

The universe fucking hates me.

I've suspected this for quite some time, but it's only recently become obvious. One small fender bender involving me and a pole (with no alcohol involved, mind you) and I'm in the financial shitter yet again.

Well, it's not so bad this time. At least I have a job to pay for it over time, and First National Bank of My Dad has agreed to process an interest-free loan for me.

Sufficed to say, no work on the album happened last weekend. Hopefully this weekend will be better. The following weekend will be off-limits, as my good buddy Jesse is coming to visit. For those who don't know what that means, here's the schedule...

• Tues. Jesse Arrives
• Wed. through Thurs. I go to work and Jesse does as-of-yet-undetermined stuff
• Fri. We start drinking heavily
• Mon. I wake up, try to remember where I am, and then deliver Jesse to the airport.

As you can see, it's a busy schedule, which will leave little time for precious, precious mixing.