There's nothing actually wrong. I'm just a bundle of raw nerves at the moment and have been bouncing off the walls like a deranged gibbon on a sugar overdose.

Explaination: After twenty-seven years as a professional performer I am about to release my first commercial recording. The official release will be on Friday (26-07-02). As happens with such undertakings, the number of seemingly small but no less annoying snafus which have occured just in the past week can best be compared to the number of angels required to dance on the head of a pin until it digs with sufficient depth into the shoulder blade of a philosopher to cause him/her/it to scream bloody murder. The result of sai snafus has been to delay the proccess to the point that the cd is being manufactured as I write this. I have been assured, time and again, that I shall have, at least, twenty-five of them ready to sell at the gig on Friday.

This doesn't require any sort of response. There's nothing that anyone can do about it. I just needed to sound off a bit. This whole thing is making me crazy(er).