It’s been a strange, Cabernet Sauvignon-influenced weekend. The audio for the new Controlled Dissonance album is mastered and ready. I have one last graphic to invoke to complete the packaging artwork (though I’m going to be a few days until I have the disposable cash to invest in a few new paper products to see everything to fruition), and then the prototype will be finished. What may turn out to be the most notable feature of this release is not the release itself, but the potential sticker graffiti ideas spawned of it. I’m already perusing the Sticker Guy website and calculating how I can divert funds from my general survival to facilitate one such venture. Oh, the mistakes I’m going to make tonight…
The last few days have had me dreaming, tasting and smelling cigarettes. Fuck, the life of an addict denying their vice is fraught with temptation. I’m currently engaged in a fine act of balance. On one side are the health benefits of being smoke and nicotine free. On the other side are the emotional benefits of being weak and easily assuaged by chemical addictions. My brain says “John, in the long run, you will appreciate the benefits of a smoke-free lifestyle.” While my body says “Oh, for fuck’s sake. It’s not like you’re going to live forever. Just have a smoke and a smile, and tell your brain to shut the fuck up.”
Bastards. If only I could divest myself of them both. *sigh*
Until then, etc. etc.