I ran out of business cards on the first day of MoCCafest. I also did not sleep the night before. I think I creeped out some of the women at tables around me, because I was staring at them. I didn't snap to it until the next day after I had a good night's sleep.
I haven't worked on my next issue for about a month. Look for it in January or February.
Family troubles have put a lot of stress on me. I sent an email to a woman where I went off on her. I tried to go on about the behavior I perceived from her and at least be courteous towards her as a person. I enlisted a friend of mine to issue an apology to her on my behalf, so that I wouldn't send any more emails to her her.
I talked to Brett tonight. My vocal performances for Insect Sex Acts next album are all done, and he doesn't need any more contributions from me. We should have our last show sometime in August, I think. We're thinking about the Scoot Inn in east Austin with maybe Honky and Churchwood on the bill.