2002-11-10 - 10:26 a.m.
I've become concious of the fact that these words are not in a vaccume. They are seen by eyes and felt by hearts. This fucks with the whole artistic freedom thing...so when I write, I'm going to try to ignore that fact. That's what I get for having an online diary.
We've been recording or at least preparing for recording this weekend. Lots of work. It takes forever. Friday and Saturday were probably the worst most exhausting days I've had all year...and they happened to occur back to back. I swear I am SO unlucky lately. I must have tripped over a voodhoo doll or something. My bad luck streak is almost comical in magnitude, and I end up just laughing because there isn't anything else I can do. I'm hangin in there. In a few hours it's back to recording, so I'm gonna cut this short.
I like her. C'est la vie. It probably doesn't matter all that much.
