Unfortunately my friend Karie and I got crossed up on our meeting time and so I missed her completely, even though it turns out we were only a block away from each other.
I would like to apologize to Citibank for having referred to it at Shittybank or Citicrap, because as it turns out, I can still get cash even when I'm flat-ass broke. Yay. I can eat now.
Since I got home earlier than I expected last night, I went to work on my songs, and lo and behold - my sampler is working again. It's fucking me up. I don't know what to work on. I think I should anticipate having technical problems and work on a non-looping set, so I don't end up playing for 20 minutes and looking sheepish. Jesus, the gig's in 2 weeks; I'm not ready yet, at all.