=> Try to do more recording of The Fisher-Prince

=> Get increasingly frustrated with the quality of my microphone

=> Check how long I’ve been recording with it

=> Jesus fucking wept I’ve been at this recording thing for eight months

=> Wonder if maybe my microphone is just going through regular wear-and-tear breakdown

=> Check electronics websites and their selection of microphones

=> Find amazing things

=> See prices

=> Weep

=> Weep harder because, thanks to persistent bills and getting punished in hours by work because I had the gall to request the days I need to see my doctors off because seriously I am so exhausted after every session and do you really want me to come back to work after I’ve cried rather profusely, I am damned sure not going to get the kind of money I need for the mics I want in any period of time that can be defined as “near”

=> Dry tears

=> Be the adult

=> Get tough

=> Look instead for the prices of Word 2011 because god dammit I will start producing e-publishable works and selling shit serially because why the fuck not I am a good serial writer why not take advantage of being able to set the selling price reasonably low and enticing for chapter-by-chapter works

=> Kick nearby pillow to rile self up

=> Sheepishly fetch pillow because okay I am taking this oath to heart but I still have my early morning appointment and I should totally go to bed

=> okay good night