2001-05-30 11:18 p.m.
strangely satisfied groan

I am wasted.

And it feels good.

One more day to go. We're in the home stretch to deadlineland, and we're going to blow minds if we can just make it.

Today and yesterday and all this week's been spent in a hypercharged atmosphere of coffee, Red Bull, ginseng/guarana drinks, lots of food, and ideas pouring in a way neither of us has ever had to produce before. Turning the mundane and cliche into something new, transforming the tired into the exciting...that's been the task.

We may have just done it. And more.

Yes, I'm being vague. Call it karmic paranoia, but I won't spill what the hell I'm talking about until the ink's dry.

anyway, tomorrow's the end of the road. For this, anyway. Once we hand it in, then it's time for many many drinks with a damnably cute girl, and the sky's the limit after that.

Then I get to wake up on Friday and start this mad march all over again, until San Diego.

*strangely satisfied groan*