Today was the day I packed up my master CD, stuffed it in an envelope with some contracts and sticky notes, and mailed it express to Toronto to be manufactured. Then I came home to a freshly-baked pie.
It's out of my hands now, and I can finally focus on getting poorer. I started yesterday with a new hair cut. This weekend I will dive right in with a wedding (so gift, gas, hotel, extras) and Bluesfest (still painfully expensive for suckers like me).
But fuck it, I knew what I was getting into. I might as well enjoy it while it's here.
Care to see the cover?