As you can clearly see, the store is up but invisible.
I will not be doing any pre-orders, so I am waiting until the shirts actually arrive, which should be any day now, and then I will open the store and see how fast we can sell out of the meager 28 shirts that I have prepared as an offering to the flames of discontent being fanned by this beast with a thousand heads.
I will say that waiting for these shirts is somewhat like being a child and waiting for Christmas. Or being a 20 year old in the last months before your 21'st birthday. Or the last hour before the liquor store opens because you're starting to shake and you drank all your mothers mouthwash already.
I also feel like it is a very similar feeling to waiting for a package to be delivered from one person to the next in the mail, probably by some sort of delivery person in a uniform and they have things to sign and then other places to be so they never talk to you even though they can see the desperate loneliness behind your eyes...I believe that parcel carriers where sunglasses so as to have a barrier between them and the unbridled emotions of strangers.
I think my neighbor works for UPS, actually...I should probably ask him if that's true.
Well...I'm going to level with you, I haven't slept at all because, previous to this moment in time I had no idea how to set up an online store...but I do now and that's all that matters.
Well...there are actually a lot more things than that that matter, but I don't know what they are.
Good morning,
Sincerely
-Dane Michael Goodman