What a weekend. I wrote for around 30 hours this weekend. Mostly stuff nobody'll ever see which is... strange. But, I'm definitely back in the zone, and am cranking stuff out at an alarming rate. The week before Comic-Con is always highly productive, if only to make up for the weeks afterwards where I'm too dead to do anything but sleep. And I recorded two songs somehow during all of that. And saw Pirates of the Caribbean. Jebus. I need a vacation.
I had this strange dream about me and a few friends hanging out outside an abandoned building and being chased by a slasher villain who's weapon of choice was something akin to the Flying Guillotine mixed with a giant fucking bear trap. I'm still unclear on what it meant, but I'm happy to take Freudian/Jungian analysis.