it's 2 a.m.

literally. the clock on the upper-right-hand side of my screen reads two zero zero.

I'm in the middle of recording all the acoustic tracks for the new album, and have been doing so for the last 6 hours, with minimal breaks. My fingers now have stripes, and are killing me (tiger-fingers!!!) so what do i choose to do? type? wow.

it's 24.5 days, almost exactly, until Heather and I are officially man and wife. that seems so very long, and so very short, depending on which set of glasses I put on.

THE FIRST PAIR OF GLASSES:

on one hand, I am feeling the pressure of time. Let's give everyone a little insight into my schedule, shall we? I probably won't sleep tonight - I have 6 more songs to do before tomorrow(today?) at 9:30am, when the violin player is showing up.

Then Aaron (you'll all meet him at the wedding, it's a contest between him and Travis for who is the shortest, and also for who has the better voice. it's a toss-up either way) is coming over to record background vocals.

Thursday and Friday I am doing all the vocal tracks. (Hope my voice is ready for 2 solid days of singing)

Then Saturday at 6am (six a.m.?!?), I board a plane for Dallas to be home for the weekend, and the wedding shower. This was originally going to be a one-way trip; staying in Texas until the wedding, but now I have to turn around Monday and fly back to Nashville, because....

Tuesday - Thursday I'm doing mixing (it's the most important part of the record. I have to be here for that)

and THEN (tired yet?) Friday-Sunday, I'm at a family reunion in Colorado.

by the time I get back to Texas from there, we're down to 12 days. Meanwhile
*DEEP BREATH* we still have to decide on a place to live, i have to get my tuxedos ordered, and i gotta figure out why the guy in Guatemala hasn'tgottenbacktomeabouttheplacewe'restayingonthehoneymoon!!! (?!?)


THE SECOND PAIR OF GLASSES

On the other hand... I still have to wait 24 whole days before I can just be married, for ever and ever, to the girl who has proven to me, once and for all, that romance exists, that I am capable of giving my heart away, and that I really do want to be a husband.

I'm just ready for this whole next 575 hours to be done and over with, everything in between done, done, done, so i can just be for her.

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my fingers seem to have regained their stripelessness. (it's a word.) i'm heading back into the studio (see: bedroom) to finish these songs up. It's going to be good. It's all going to be good.