Ah sheesh. I went in today and nobody showed up. Nadda. No one.
Some yearbook this is gonna be. We might break our old record of October 4th at this rate. I remember because it was my birthday. Sorry Ranae, I know you read this. Kiwi will have to finish it up on Marvin and the gooseneck.
What we've done is good, but this setback with the cover is bugging me. I've written to the company that we need copyright permission from, and I've emailed, and I've called, and all dead ends so far.
DAMN. FUCK. SHIT. PISS. HELL.
Sorry for that turrets moment.
And to top it off, I've got really chapped lips and a canker sore on my tongue. It's not fun, but I keep thinking I have tongue cancer like my step-dad. The odds would be against that, I figure. Maybe I'll go buy a lottery ticket.
Today I've been making music; burning CDs, downloading songs, lightscribing artwork on the CD....a little Foreigner Greatest Hits and Bodeans' Outside Looking In never hurt no one.
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