Thwarted.

I would be lying to you if I said that I'm not stressed out. Yesterday morning, I had planned to record the final version of my songs for the quilt piece. I got up early, warmed up my voice and was ready to go, feeling good! Our studio headphones broke. They apparently have a short in them now. They're quite a few years old, so perhaps it was just their time. The stores don't open til 11am or noon on Sundays, so we had to wait. That afternoon, it was thunderbooming and pouring buckets. We don't have a recording booth, so we generally put up blankets and lay rugs in a room in the house to record. However, it doesn't work as well as a real booth would work. So thunder is definitely in the category of sounds we cannot cancel out with comforters. I was thoroughly thwarted. And thoroughly peeved. I need to get the recording done by the end of the week, and Robert and my schedules are bumping up against each other all week. Test shots for the film need to be completed. Linda's children's theater piece is being performed all this week. There is teaching to do. I think my head might explode. At the present moment, the thought of my upcoming wedding (26 days away) seems like an inconvenient ginch in my side. I just want to get my work done. Of course, it is difficult for some people around me to understand this. They'd like my undivided attention and over-excitement regarding the wedding. I will allow myself to get excited the week of the wedding. When my work is (supposedly) done. Hopefully, the week will go smoothly. Good night, or rather good morning. It's 4am. I can't sleep when I feel like this, so I'm squinting in front of this too-bright computer. It is silent now. In a perfect world, I would wake Robert, and we would record now. Both of us need to be out of the house by 8am. I suppose I should try to get some sleep.

~Cara