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Cursing you as I type, Olson...

Bet you get to take tomorrow off, eh?

... and I bet you get to do stuff like, I don't know.... SLEEP? My heart bleeds for you. Really, it does.

I'm with you, Karen. Too many years in business to be able to write without deadlines. But I'm pretty good about honoring my own self-imposed ones. Especially when the reward is a spa day or a great bottle of wine.

If I'm honest here, I'll be hated by all, so moving right along...

Deadlines mean that I have to do something by a specified date and time. The rebel in me hates being told what to do.

Do I need a deadline?

You bet your sweet ass I do.

Must. Have. Deadlines.

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