So I found out today that I might be going to England for work. And all I could think of was how much of a clusterfuck it would be cause my boss won't want to work on anything other than his full, HUGE dual system recording rig and I'll somehow have to figure out how to get it to England. And when he presented this to me he said it as if the trip would be tomorrow or Wednesday which means total freakout clusterfuck preparations
What the fuck is my problem. I feel whiney and hopeless. I don't wanna have to work no more!!! I love making records. I had a great time recording a couple songs on Sunday. I just don't wanna have to figure out how to make money. It's getting in the way of living for Fuck's Sake. I want to just stop for a minute (or a couple months) and be...with no agenda or obligations. I wanna be able to afford to work freelance again, but this time without the long. devastating economic crash and accompanying panic.
That is my wish ...

What the fuck is my problem. I feel whiney and hopeless. I don't wanna have to work no more!!! I love making records. I had a great time recording a couple songs on Sunday. I just don't wanna have to figure out how to make money. It's getting in the way of living for Fuck's Sake. I want to just stop for a minute (or a couple months) and be...with no agenda or obligations. I wanna be able to afford to work freelance again, but this time without the long. devastating economic crash and accompanying panic.

That is my wish ...
Your ray of Sunshine, Ivy.
but england! yay! but it's winter there. cold. drippy. rainy.
yeah, you're fucked.