I'm a little depressed this morning. I woke up thinking about the ticket I got yesterday, the asshole cop who gave it, and the long term implication (loss of job, etc). I was also thinking about our only possible out (the recording studio), and how unlikely it is that Mama will understand what we want to do, much less go along with it. Who knows? The ticket might work itself out. But I can't shake the feeling that we're not supposed to be out here in the first place.