The big bad deadline, Oct. 1st, which looks like a giant, bald, white male in my dream, was trying to get me last night. I thought I had locked all the doors before I went to bed, but the deadline sneaked in through a side door that I had inadvertently left open because I was really tired when I was checking the doors. As I heard him approaching my bedroom, I hid under the covers and reached for my pepper spray, wondering if the little bottle of spray was going to be enough to even make him sneeze because the deadline was truly gigantic!
You'd think that with all that fear coursing through my veins, productivity would be fantastic. Not so much. Here's hoping I get some real sleep tonight and writing done tomorrow.