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Two wonderful things arrived in the mail yesterday. The first one scared me, because it had a government return address and I didn’t know what it was. I made myself open it anyway, though, and almost fell down the stairs. Because -- oh my god -- it was my passport. Already. It only took three weeks to come; I was told twelve. Not that there is really anywhere for me to go, now. But still.

The second parcel, I think, would have made me happy even if the first had been an announcement from the IRS that I was being audited. Perhaps you can guess what it (finally) was: the new Club 8 album, the one with the wonderful name. Yes, I actually bought it. And I got the Club 8 pin (not at all tacky; I have about ten different things I’m trying to decide between, what to do with it) and the awesome bonus track. It’s called What I’m Dreaming of is Something I Could Have, and if you can’t guess from the name, it’s quite lovely. At this point, since the presale is over (the album was officially released 26. September) I’m not really sure how you can get it. Labrador doesn’t really seem like the type to sell it to people, but I don’t know what method of distribution they might do instead.

Anyway, if you’ve somehow not yet heard The Boy Who Couldn’t Stop Dreaming, get yourself over to last.fm and preview it, or, even better, to Labrador, and buy it.

Also, if you’re in Sweden, Club 8 will do a little mini-tour (or rather, a few very spread-out shows) in the coming months. If you’re not in Sweden, come and cry with me. Well, what I meant to say is that Club 8 also promises to have a new website up soon.

Oh, and look. The Shout Out Louds show is now 21+ again. I guess that makes the decision easy -- although to be quite honest, I’d already, long ago, decided…