All. Done.

For the last 2 or 3 months, life has been so simple. Work, eat, record at Brandrew's, some bedtime kisses from my sweetie. Repeat repeat repeat. And now it's all done.

I feel like a parent sending my child away to college, full of: anxiety, excitement, pride, fear, saddness, RELIEF.

Don't get me wrong, readers; I've missed some of you. And I have told you that.

And it's been a rollercoaster of ups and downs, obstacles, "don't freak out, but"s and kicking out-ings. Not to mention being completly immersed in material either implictedly or explicitedly based on my relationships of the past 2 years of my life-- broken engagement, NEW LOVE? disappointment, seething disdain, etcetera-- has been a bit of a mindfuck. So yes, I've thought of you a lot too. I still love, hate and miss you.

But enough about that--

Our pop explosion show was pretty deadly. And by pretty deadly, I mean that we alienated a room full of thirtysomethings in sweaters, sitting down, wishing I would just shut the hell up so the happy get-up kids could go on, I'm sure. Certainly the infinity polar opposite to our last Gus' show of mayham and destruction.

That being said, there were a few ladies (whom weren't my friends) who were very fucking into it, some dancing, and of course Ed and Amy were there representing, with Ed yelling out vocal parts of songs that we'd cut recording --which made me laugh hysterically and surely confused others.

Heather also got a birthday surprise as per written in sharpie (thanks Amy) on my chest.

Within twenty seconds of our last song ending, I left in a frenzy to see my sweetie who just got back from tour and was playing in hell.

Later on, we caught some Holy Fuck--they were very neat, not what I had expected at all, but very very cool.

I begrudgingly got up sat morning to go to the vegan brunch, since my sweetie was playing that as well. It takes a lot of love for me to get up for a meal with no bacon. But I *actually* had a good time. I really wanted to see Duchess Says sat. night, but final,final,final mixing had to take priority.

So, it's done.

I'm drumming my fingers and peering at my LSAT book.

Hmm.