saskatoon

isn't it funny how easy it is to be taken by an industrial freak out, how quickly they come on.

that was the first one i've had with olfactory hallucinations, though. that's for sure.

i think i'm calmer. slightly.

very tired though. restless. it's like...i can't focus on anything and yet i'm constantly bored. or something. dunno.

but, in slightly nicer news, there was another minor recording session last night. i laid down one of the new tracks...and i't probably going to have to be redone because my voice was still weak from being a bit ill. when will i figure out that i'm not invincible? alas! anyway. it may also end up being a wash because i was having one of my epileptic guitar moments. i couldn't get the pattern right for the life of me. terrible. just terrible. but, i also laid down some vocals for the remix of sleepwalking...and hot damn is that going to be a hot little piece. some crazy electronica stuff going on there. AND, best of all, i might get to do more vocals on random things that my producer is working on. hot DAMN. how exciting is that?

anyway.

after recording, there was a pilgrimage to see young christopher robin kick it old-school style at the lolita bar, wherein roos and i decided that we simply aren't hip enough for the lower east side--our fabulous quotient greatly outweighs our hip quotient. it's almost tragic. but it was fun.

except that i got about ten phone calls from all the wrong people. well, not the wrong people, but pretty much the entire contents of my phone book except the one person i was hoping to speak to.

i don't like that this is typical for me. i mean, statistically, given the amount of time i've done in the trenches, i should have found one that could make it through more than a date and a half by now?

but i digress. the moral of the story is that soon i'll have some shiny new recordings, and my voice will be back, and i'm contemplating a vow of celibacy. at least then it will be voluntary.