Rock.

So we finished the record and now we're waiting on super-rock producer Mike and super-rock engineer Tim to mix the monstrosity, which, if I can be plain people, sucks (Ed. Note - I'm pretty sure Joe means that the waiting sucks, not that the record sucks, but he has so many subject-verb agreement and self-hate issues that you never really can tell). I mean, we've finished our part and now it's really all up to them. It's sort of like having driven a car three hundred miles, just to let go of the steering wheel when your destination is in sight and hope you make it into the driveway OK. So we're nervous.

In other news, I hate being sick and had yet another horrible night of tossing and turning. Now, I think I alluded to this yesterday, but people, if you have a fever running DO NOT read a lot of Harry Potter before bed. All I could dream about was magic wands and spells and castles and sweet sweet Ron Weasley....er...um...I mean dragons. It bit ass.

Tylenol Cold and Flu tastes Tylenol Nasty as Crap....