Day Three
12:30 p.m. — I get a voicemail that my sleep tinctures are back in stock at Ritualcravt. These tinctures have been the ONLY thing I've found to help me get to sleep, other than thepodcast. I'm about out, so I go ahead and order all my tinctures online and send an email that I can pick them up over the weekend. I order two vials of the Nighty-Night, one of Breathe Easy, and one of Druid's Wand. It comes to $72.94, but I'll have the shipping reimbursed later.
8:30 a.m. — I'm already making my second thermos of coffee. Today it was supposed to reach the 50s and I'd planned a run, but it snowed about three inches overnight and thick flakes are falling. I can't see the mountains at all. I meditate on my thankfulness to be earning money in my jammies, warm and indoors, not having to commute in our increasingly dangerous and terrible traffic.
2 p.m. — Back to the grind. I make a final half-thermos of coffee and grab an Atkins bar; my guitarist's band doesn't go on till 11 tonight. I'm getting too old for this so I need all the caffeine I can handle! I've received a few client emails so I've finally got some work to log for the next few hours. One prospect finally signed their contract and two others sent me enough little updates to take up about 45 minutes of time. Ha.
10:45 p.m. — We get to the venue and the second opener hasn't even gone on yet. I like what I hear of the first band's final tune and make a note to check them out. Hubby buys our first round of whiskeys and I find an old castmate from an opera I did over the summer, so we get to hang out and chat in a booth, one-on-one... my preferred method of communication.12:15 a.m. — Our friends finally go on and hubby buys our second round of whiskeys.
3:30 p.m. — I try to buy that $250 pipe organ VST, but for some reason, I can't purchase the license. I send in a support ticket. I'm suddenly overcome with a giant wave of anxiety and depression. Those who have had this experience know what I'm talking about. I'm completely blindsided. I sit at my desk for about an hour trying to get myself to move over to the piano chair and practice my band's tunes a bit, attempting to ward off this overpowering feeling.