That whooshing noise ...
... referred to by Douglas Adams, in relation to deadlines, is getting a bit deafening. I'm guest designer this month for a lovely scrapbook store, Modscraps but I still have two projects to complete for tomorrow. I'd burn the midnight oil but, frankly, the 'past 9pm oil' is considered a rare enough commodity in this house. If only opec would release a couple of barrels gratis to all new mothers I'm sure the world would be a happier fluffier place.
I'm sure I'll do a Van Gogh tomorrow afternoon and create a last minute work of genius. Or perhaps cut off my ear as a way of asking for an extension?
At least the boy and I have been able to wrap some presents, sort out a baking list for our cookies and make the dining room a dining room again! Woo!
Jeez, I'm going to be screwed when I have kids - staying awake past 10 is hard enough already...
Posted by: Nikki | December 09, 2006 at 09:06 PM
One of the rathergood/b3ta kitten songs has the fantastic lyric, which says "I'm the king of doing my homework on the bus". Well I have always been the queen of doing my homework on the bus. All the best people are you know.
Posted by: Nicky | December 10, 2006 at 03:57 PM
*sigh* To go to bed before midnight... I wish!
Posted by: Eri | December 12, 2006 at 11:37 PM