I wish I knew why I was having the radio dream. Seriously, it pisses me off.
Last night's variant took place on a Canadian station. As usual, I risked dead air because I couldn't get the next song queued up in time. Again the music logs were hand written, and again the CD's weren't numbered.
That's what kills me the most. If the CD's were numbered, it would be easy! In real life, at most stations, you subscribe to a service that publishes compilations. You get disc 32, track 7, and you're in business.
I wish I could figure out what kind of fear of failure is subconsciously fucking with me.