Ever have one of THOSE days?
I knew today was gonna be a bad day from the moment I woke up. I KNEW IT.
I got out of bed with this "today's gonna suck" feeling. I had to email Raz to see if he was still down to do a track for The Movement, and I wanted to see if pixietricks could hook me up with some vocals once I write a new instrumental for one of Feature's tracks. In my mindset of feeling like nothing would go right today, I thought they were both gonna shut me down (thankfully they didn't). Then I went to work and helped out with the inventory; apparently a lot of movies are getting stolen (people are stealing Flight 93! It comes on TV! WTF?) and the store manager stands to lose her job if the trend continues. She's a good manager, and a cool person, so I'd be pretty sad if she left. But here's the kicker that screwed up the WHOLE DAY. I get a call from Krystal, who heard from someone, who heard from someone, that an old middle/high school friend of ours passed away. This SUCKS. He was not only a cool guy, but he was an undercover musician and we were gonna work on stuff together. And what makes this even worse is that no one else has heard this, so I can't even get confirmation on whether it's true or not.
*sigh*
Y'know what? Next time I get this feeling, I'm staying the hell in bed.
I got out of bed with this "today's gonna suck" feeling. I had to email Raz to see if he was still down to do a track for The Movement, and I wanted to see if pixietricks could hook me up with some vocals once I write a new instrumental for one of Feature's tracks. In my mindset of feeling like nothing would go right today, I thought they were both gonna shut me down (thankfully they didn't). Then I went to work and helped out with the inventory; apparently a lot of movies are getting stolen (people are stealing Flight 93! It comes on TV! WTF?) and the store manager stands to lose her job if the trend continues. She's a good manager, and a cool person, so I'd be pretty sad if she left. But here's the kicker that screwed up the WHOLE DAY. I get a call from Krystal, who heard from someone, who heard from someone, that an old middle/high school friend of ours passed away. This SUCKS. He was not only a cool guy, but he was an undercover musician and we were gonna work on stuff together. And what makes this even worse is that no one else has heard this, so I can't even get confirmation on whether it's true or not.
*sigh*
Y'know what? Next time I get this feeling, I'm staying the hell in bed.