FUCK WE'RE ALL DEAD

That project? That I have been pretty much working on nonstop for a week now? Is not done. It's due in 15 hours. I have a final at 10 tomorrow morning for which I am laughably, hilariously unprepared; I have a final for the class in which this project is due -- ENTIRELY ON MATERIAL UNRELATED TO SAID PROJECT -- at 4. And you bet your damn ass I didn't study for that ish, either. So: Between about 11 and 4, I still have to write and record lyrics and instrumentation for Track 3 (although the main organ line and drum arrangement is cut and printed), and write and record what is supposed to be the entire kit/caboodle's outro. It is intended to be along the lines of the end of "X-French Tee Shirt" or "Alex Eiffel" in terms of stupid, glorious catchiness. It is not likely to be. Because my brain is sledgehammering my skull trying to get away from the time-strapped maniac it is bound to. Just like in "Dialogue Between Soul and Body."

Some of the nice things that have come of this would, in theory, be a deeper understanding of time management. But nope, it's all neccessity-spawned recording stuff like "what compression is" and "how to mic a roomful of shouting people" and "mixing in such a manner as to have cohesive album-wide vocal levels, maybe" and junk. You guys who went to school for all this will probably listen to the tracks when they appear on the internet tomorrow night and be able to point out where I am being hamfisted; if it strikes you to do so, I would actually really appreciate it. Some of this thing's faults are likely due to my lack of decent guitar-processing gear (the only distortion pedal I own is a Proco Rat, which tends to make a guitar sort of sound like a bee-blender) (and my guitars are a Squire Bullet and some $50 Japanese Jaguar knockoff that I Ebayed with a wooden block holding up the strings where a metal string saddle should be), but I get around that by not having much guitar on the record. Is that cheating? No, because I did not write the foundations of many of these songs. Matt, who actually knows this "musical theorology" did. Why am I still typing? Because typing is not working on my project!

Right. Okay. Do you know what is nice? Nice is driving to Rao's for the second or third time in a day with a really good friend and shout-singing "Don't Mug Yourself" and "No Children," back-to-back, thanks to Alice's never-gets-old mixtape, and actually having the panic lift for a minute or two. That is really nice. I hope that feeling comes back and settles, sometime around dinner, tomorrow.