Bloody Hiatuses
Bloody hate to stall things out, but the school newspaper gets busier the nearer we approach the end of the quarter – lackadaisical reporters suddenly realize that they have to WRITE SHIT, FIVE HUNDRED WORDS AT A TIME, in order to, yanno, HAVE A DECENT GRADE.
The November Experiment’s going to have to be A. put on hold, and B. extended into December. Once I finish with this quarter, though, I’ll be crunching down on this and finding investors.
Gnnh. So much work. No such thing as vacations for me.
