Second, I am a perfectionist. An extreme perfectionist. I comb through my projects over and over and over again until I pretty well want to throw my hands up (and the project) and walk away. At this point, having spent a day and a half laboring over this creation. I now have drums and Yugoslav singing doing a pretty adamant loop through my brain.
Oddly enough, I did fine today. I must have been functioning on adrenaline. No narcolepsy, thank goodness.
Anyway, after a bit of tweaking here and a bit of tweaking there, I've had quite enough of tweaking and am ready to just debut the stinkin' thing and get the message out to enough people so that I can no longer fret about making nit-picky changes.
So, without further adieu, I give you . . . Marriage.