2009-06-04 - 3:52 p.m.
Five minutes after handing my demo to a drummer I realized I had handed her a fucked up version of one of my songs. It was almost unlistenable. That night I dreamt of the same thing, but the CD case was nicer, but all the information on it was wrong. The fonts unreadable, the track order and length wrong, and I slept terribly. I woke up with reflux and a feeling I had been grinding my teeth.
Later, through some stroke of magic, the CD had been unplayable and I had to email her the (fixed) tracks, and she loved them.
