Holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit we only have 3 more days to finish this record. Norm is downstairs doing some auxiliary percussion stuff and i've been obsessively pacing trying to finish up the lyrics for the songs we have left (vocals status: 4 recorded, 1 written but not recorded, 3 almost finished, 2 barely started). Trying to finish up at least 2 by the end of the day.
Our record is freaked out. It doesn't know if its lyrics will get finished in time, and it doesn't know who is going to put it out.
Our record is having a midlife crisis. It will buy a Miata soon and start listening to Linkin Park really loudly while it drives through the neighborhood. It will start exercising too much and will make its own Myspace page and add its own children as friends. It just bought 3 pairs of Oakleys. I'm worried.