FreakNik: Part One (No Doubt...)
But I'm still scared shitless. When I actually examine how much money I've plunged into this project, I start to feel absolutely sick to my stomach. Granted, most of the really huge expenses have already been 'paid for' [read: paid via my small business loan, not exactly paid off...]. The one big expense still coming down the pike is all of my logo shit...the actual logo design, the business cards, the stickers, the menus, the bags... You don't even want to know how much all this shit is going to cost me.
And it's not that I don't think it's worth it. I think R earned his keep big time. Anybody who's seen the logo loves it. I adore it. It's absolutely perfect. I understand the importance of branding, believe me. But...but...oh boyyeeeeeeeeeeee!
Sweet Jesus, hear my prayers.
I'm starting to freak out. Just the teensiest weensiest bit. A little bit. Yeah, just a little itty bitty bit! Oy!
And my face is breaking out like I'm 15 again. I'm eating garbage and I'm drinking way too much wine, I'm sure.
The nervous breakdown is coming. I just know it. The question is if I can just retain some semblance of sanity until the end of August and then I can get on a plane and sleep through my trip. Sleep. That's all I need right now. Some sleep. And a winning lotto ticket.
Cupcake Goddesses, if you can hear me....PLEASE MAKE THE CANARY WORK. I will do whatever you ask. Please. Please don't make me wind up living in a cardboard box on 21st & Christian with my cats. That would be bad. And scary. And there'd be no place to put my eBay France polka dotted mules and cheese from DiBruno Brothers. Please Goddesses. Hear this prayer. Please. Oh. Please. Oh. Please.