Last night there was a listening/release party for this album. I did the artwork and my boyfriend made the music with the hairdresser Jón.
There was a magical vodka bottle on the table at the party that kept filling up with more vodka. I had to sit on my hands to prevent any shitfacedness. The coming week is going to be very heavy. I'm playing 7 shows and also putting up an exhibition. Being hungover is not an option. When I'm hungover the creature in my brain wakes up and attacks. Classic ponderings from the creature are for instance: " Do you think that you are good enough to do this?", "I'm pretty sure everyone in here hates you","No one will show up." & " Did I mention how stupid you look today." It's pretty awful.
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