d-day from HELL

wake up... can't find my palm pilot, oh well -- late for work... check the mix from last night, need to redo the guitars, no time -- call Vince Pontarelli... lays it down in 5 minutes, great stuff... run into game designer, play the rough mixes for him -- he's overjoyed, we're all smiles... run into another game designer, wants to know why I'm not working on his game... Nic calls, gonna hang with her sisters tonight, that's cool? suuuuuuure... more mixing, need to redo a B-3 organ part -- get Rob Berry, fly him a two-mix to overdub... problems with a game from the Vegas studio, flurry of redundant phone calls, everything's back to normal... keep mixing, behind schedule... Anne pulls into town for the Chicago Triathlon, give her apartment keys, tell her how to use the TV remote... double-check the mixes, "heard from Rob yet?" oh yeah, he needs a copy of the chart... need to call Steve Bryant... just won that custom-mod distortion pedal on ebay, need to email the dude... mixes? "where's that B-3 part?"... Landmark keeps calling, gotta call Landmark... hmmm, studio time is getting booked up fast, need get some time for voiceovers -- WOOP another call -- lemme call you back -- yeah Friday at 8:30? Coooool, gotta run!... go check on mixes... gotta call Milt -- good news & bad news... "where's that one sound effect?" -- oh jeez... somewhere they're mixing right now, no idea what's going on with that B-3... post pdf of TranZen score, send a link to the BCM boyz ("whadiya think guys?")... folks leave a message, they are past Gary Indiana, so they're getting close... WHOA -- LOOK AT THE TIME!... "Dude -- where's the B-- oh, you already finished it? Well why didn't you say so!"... check out the mixes, sounding killer... 7 down, 4 to go... anything else before I leave work?... I must be forgetting something...

... oh yeah, I'm all out of toilet paper.