This is the night where I write my feature. . . . shit! I forgot about handing in my query to my journalism prof. . . I'll have to whip that up tonight as well. At least, after a shite load of fretting, I have an extremely cheezy plot on how to write my 3000 words. . . I'm aiming for 2500 tops, cuz I want to keep it succinct and short, with a few tangents worth going off on.
Moving on. . . there's a few months left until the demise of my tenure. No more student loans, no more slacking like no tomorrow. It's all business, from here on in.