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dianec42Several nights ago, in a fit of optimism, I wrote:
... I'm blessed with a hard deadline: by the end of Monday, the game will be in whatever shape it's in, it will be in pre-submission, and so in less than 72 hours this particular hell will be over.
BWA HA HA!!! I can't believe I fell for that one. Tuesday evening, and the end is not yet in sight...
There's nothing in the apartment to eat except for canned tuna and a rapidly diminishing quantity of cheese. I'm down to the underwear with extra holes in, and in another two days or so I'll be forced to wear dark dress socks (three days after that, no socks at all). I can't remember the last time I got more than six hours of sleep in a row. We have five million real-life things to do and we just *so* don't have time for this crap. I don't think this damn thing is ever going to be done; I think we're going to sit here in this cave eating crappy delivered food for all eternity.
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stuartc's curry just showed up. I wouldn't have expected hell to smell quite this nice. Of course, the rest of the food isn't here yet, so maybe hunger pangs are meant to be part of the torture...)
... I'm blessed with a hard deadline: by the end of Monday, the game will be in whatever shape it's in, it will be in pre-submission, and so in less than 72 hours this particular hell will be over.
BWA HA HA!!! I can't believe I fell for that one. Tuesday evening, and the end is not yet in sight...
There's nothing in the apartment to eat except for canned tuna and a rapidly diminishing quantity of cheese. I'm down to the underwear with extra holes in, and in another two days or so I'll be forced to wear dark dress socks (three days after that, no socks at all). I can't remember the last time I got more than six hours of sleep in a row. We have five million real-life things to do and we just *so* don't have time for this crap. I don't think this damn thing is ever going to be done; I think we're going to sit here in this cave eating crappy delivered food for all eternity.
(Actually,
stuartc's curry just showed up. I wouldn't have expected hell to smell quite this nice. Of course, the rest of the food isn't here yet, so maybe hunger pangs are meant to be part of the torture...)
