Breathing is for the weak

It's nice to know that even when separated by a hundred miles, figmentj and I can still be joined at the lungs by our his'n'hers respiratory ailments. *cough* *wheeze* As belgatherial put it, "I know you guys share stuff but you don't have to share germs." (She's in New Zealand, so she's safe. Perhaps the one and only benefit of long distance relationships.) Still, even with the wheezing I managed to get some vocal tracks down that weren't too shabby, which means that "Untitled" is now more or less done, fiddly-tweaking aside. Five down, five to go! Woohoo! Dance the dance of danciness!

Also done: the instrumental tracks for "Step It Out, Mary," which, if you'll pardon me whilst I bend my arms behind me yoga-like to firmly pat my own back, is kicking ass like an ergonomic ass-kicking device. If I can get the vocals to work (*wheeze* *cough* *hack*), I am going to be a camper of the happy variety.

It's now that I reluctantly face the Green Death debate: do I knock back some NyQuil, knowing full well that I'll be a foggy slug about town when I wake up, or do I forego such crutches and risk getting no sleep at all? Heads, tails, lady, tiger, po-tay-to, po-tah-to.....