Grrr... still sitting in the CT office.

At 6 p.m. Tuesday night, things looked fucking desperate. We had assigned nine stories. And I had turned down my story about Alpha Del so they could write a column Features needed. It was better suited to Features (although letting their representative write it himself threw honesty and objectivity out the window) and it seemed Features needed it more than us, although that quickly changed. Out of the eight left, one wasn't coming in because the only writer qualified for it was too busy, and three more weren't coming in because various administrators required for it couldn't be reached in time or were on vacation or whatever. Basically, it seemed we had nothing. Four articles when we need at least six.

But all that turned around very well by Wednesday afternoon. I wrote a different story almost out of the blue, which was relatively easy and yet complex enough to be long. So by midnight, it looked like the news section just might be out of here by 6 a.m. Things were on track, except for a few known quantities. We had a whole bunch of stuff that needed to be put in its place, but there was nothing we were still missing (at least, not our section).

And then... the printer got fucked up. I mean, it always slows down in the wee hours of the morning when there are long lines and stuff printing out with all the pictures, but... well, for example, as I've written this, Chad (the editor-in-chief) and Jason (the tech guy) have hit the print button two or three times, maybe more. And all it's produced, after more than five minutes of sending data or whatever for each time, is two completely blank pages and one test page.

I am sooo glad my first class of the day was cancelled.

Some time around midnight Kim said that if I would let her use my computer for 10 minutes, I could stop by her room and make out later. I missed the time she suggested, but who knows about later...