Long story short: Deadlines suck. Writing projects at work and at home have kept me buried all week. It's a strange thing to sit down at a computer knowing that the 1,250 words that you carefully select and order might be deemed worthy of $600,000 by a Federal department with grant monies to offer. And it's especially strange when you also know that your future employment is dependent upon those monies. No pressure.
One more thing: I'll never again be as cool as I was in 1994.
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