Time's Running Out!

3 and a half weeks til deadline. If I'm not done everything by the time I take off for Hong Kong, I'll be really disappointed in myself.

I never thought I worked well under pressure. That is until I started djing.

I mean, who goes out there and charges 2 turntables, a mixer, speakers, a subwoofer and headphones on two different credit cards a mere 4 days after touching a record for their first time?

Who darts into a house, that was just broken into, just to make sure their one-week-old gear hadn't been stolen?

Who drives two hours to the closest genre-suitable record shop every couple weeks just to check out what's fresh? (Online samples don't do any justice)

Who gives up Green Day tickets for the slight chance of getting a gig?

Who works 10 hours talking on the phone to bitchy customers, then goes straight to the studio and works for another 8 hours, only to go home, get a few hours of sleep, get up and do it all over again for a week straight?

I do. And I'd do it all again.

Why, you ask? Because I've never been so sure of, or wanted anything this bad in my entire life.

I guess we'll see...

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Funny how the eagerness to achieve your desires can be measured by the prominence of your lack of judgement.