Deadline Demon

When I woke up this morning, I was so happy it was Friday. The work week was nearly finished and I had nothing to do but socialize for the next few glorious days.

Then around 5:30 this evening, my editor calls. Not only do I have to submit another column by Monday morning, but I've got to re-write the last one I was so proud of. By 11am tomorrow morning no less. It's not that it was bad (so he says), but they want to use it as a cover story and it needs some "clean up and expansion." Since I'll be at one of my favorite annual gatherings tomorrow night and won't be home until at least 4am Sunday morning, that also means I better learn-and-blog good and early tomorrow as well. So what did I learn today?

I've got a shitload of words to crap out my ass in a pathetically small amount of time.

It'll be like Ron Jeremy fucking Yoko Ono. Too much in too little.
I need juice baby. Juice.

Thanks to Tom Richmond for this drawing that so perfectly portrays Mr. Editor Howell, who had the nerve to just call me (after hours of drinking) and ask me to come downtown to party. You know I need it baby, but I'm dedicated. Aren't you proud?