Sweet Jesus, it's cold.
My thighs are numb and my fingers are tingling. My eyes are surrounded by a ring of black goo, because I unwisely wore mascara outside. The weather? It makes me question my undying love for this city.
But this weekend, everything will thaw and flood, and as soon as I finish shoveling out the sewer I will breathe a sigh of relief. I can deal with a giant thaw better than a deep freeze. Actually, just drop me back in some Indian heat and I'll be snug as a bug.
So I've decided to take out a bank loan to pay off my album debt. See how I just whipped that out of nowhere? Like a ninja? Yeah. I don't know how else to approach that one. I'm kind of sad that I wasn't able to pay it back myself. It feels like admitting a pretty serious defeat. Maybe I could have paid it off if I didn't have so much else going on, but as you can imagine, being an independent musician is not lucrative in the least. My day job just covers the regular bills... Not the cost of an entire album spread out among various credit cards. And my Better Half is in school, so although one day he will make great money, that won't start for a while. Hopefully the loan will save me some money on interest and help me make regular payments instead of the current credit card bullshit.
Well, at least the album is getting good reviews, I'm playing fun shows, and I've only just started doing serious promotion. Fingers crossed that this album makes it to as many ears as possible. Go ears!
I'm digesting a very large Sri Lankan meal at the moment, and every movement is heavy. I have over-eaten to the point of ridiculous. Hey, Gym? You still around? Let's be friends. We haven't seen each other for a while.
I'm going to curl up with a book and try to soothe my tummy. Night lovelies.