They creep from the shadows, that hazy imperceptible realm of 'next week', only to pounce upon you with terrifying deadlines when least expected. One cannot shake the sheer earth-quaking terror that is instilled when you're jsut curling up in bed with a gentle haze of alcohol after an enjoyable evening with friends only to suddenly sit up in a cold sweat, the icey claws of terror gripping the heart. It's tomorrow a voice whispers tomorrow.
Well, not in this case, actually. It's the 20th of May. And I jsut found out two of them aren't due to the 29th. The two which I've done, naturally. Anyways, I'm still going to have to live in the library for a bit to get this Flash project done on time...
Finished a novel on Tuesday though, which was nice. Writing, not reading.