So it’s late (for me, and bearing in mind we’re driving a minivan of fun and adventure to Transformus tomorrow). And I’m pooped after a day of boxing, vanning, schlepping and cooking meat. But I will finish my 25 copies of a Mix CD by daybreak. Oh yes. Because I want to, because I wanted to when I said I would, and because I said I would.
Snip, snip, snip, snip; hold; snip, snip, snip, snip; open, slot, close.
So what if I’ve run out of paper. I’ll improvise.
You lucky, lucky people.