Nothing like a server outage in the final three hours to really make you swear to sacrifice the firstborns of your ISPs entire tech support department to the black gods of Hades.
Sometimes i feel like 2003, #17 on ArtGrrl’s site. Funny how i clicked straight through to him.
Recording is over. I think it may have went a smidge later this year then it even did during the original ‘thon, which was pretty damned late. My right arm feels as though someone had been using it as a punching bag… either from all the strumming, all the typing, or a little of both.