So, I was sleeping on this fine Wednesday morning until someone rang the doorbell. At first I was like "UUUUGH WTF.. muuuuh!", but I suddenly realized it could be the mailman! I was right: What is this mysterious box?! I never ordered anything from Focusrite! You better start talking box! Maybe my new shoes will persuade you. Hmmm, not the most talkactive of types eh? This calls for the good old fashioned lamp-in-face-in-dark-room interrogation method! Still not talking, eh? I guess you leave me no choice.. AHA! It talks! FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU! Damn, it STILL doesn't open! Fucking boxes.. how do they work? Aha! Let's see what was on the telly in Germany, eh. Nicely packaged with some bubble wrap. OH YEAAAH BITCHIIIIZ!! I haz G-Major now! Drmosh's G-Major to be exact. Huge props for having no problems waiting until my paycheck arrived, mate. He shipped it Monday morning, I have it Wednesday morning. Perfect! Thanks again! Oh, and sorry for the extremely bad quality pics.. still haven't bought a camera. As for the picstory, I still made one even though I just woke up in a brutal way. If that ain't love for my ss.org buds. Well.. I'm going back to bed now!