How the fuck did we get here?

In some bizarre turn of events yesterday, the day ended on a completely high note.

Here's what happened:

-I emailed management company saying "I'm sick of doing nothing, I'm going to pursue all my contacts in order to get ahead in the business."
-In 10 minutes, they called me back, told me that Jimmy (the "guy who wants to be my manager") had been telling them he had put together a band for me and we were showcase ready.
-Later on, the owner of the company called me to ask me 10 million questions about the recording: who played on it, who paid for it, what I paid, what I wrote...etc.
-At the end of the conversation, tells me he had set up a meeting with Universal Republic on Thursday in NYC, and that he was intending to shop our full length album, under the impression that Jimmy ("the guy who wants to be my manager") had a showcase-ready band ready to go!

I took it in stride. It's what I needed, and it happened 10 minutes after I prayed to God that he'd help me out of this rut. So DUHH God answers prayers : D !

8 years ago, if you would have told me this, I'd probably shit my pants. Nowadays, I'm all either/or. I guess if I have to play in a pre-made band, it's what I'll do. I'd rather have people who just want to play music and be famous than dickheads who party/drink/smoke, contribute nothing, but bitch about how they want our songwriting to be a collusive process.

Now maybe God can help me get Sarah out of my head : /