mrph | Creeping reality

This morning I wrote, checked and posted contract-style agreements for two of the bands I'm putting on in November (Leisure Hive & Psychophile). The deed is done. No backing out now.

I'm somewhere between terminal nerves and crazed exhilaration. It's not a bad place to be.

Although, come to think of it, that might just be because I had about 2 hours sleep post-Calling last night. Which is probably more than some people - when I got out of the car, Hester was still trying to get a home address (and directions) for dropping off a rather drunk/tired goth. And she wasn't doing so well, unless "Zzzzzz" is a very novel street name..