Fuel For Editors On A Deadline

The paper’s due at the printer by six o’clock. Our drop-dead deadline is 10:00. Last time we sent the paper at about 2:00 a.m. This time’s gonna be different. Why? I’ll show you why:

That’s one black coffee (caffeine), one mocha frapp (sugar and caffeine), one banana (potassium) and one package of surprise Koko Patisserie olive twist-things (delicious starchy goodness). Not pictured: water (hydration) and Dayquil (germ-smashing). After I ingest this cornucopia of potency I will become an unstoppable editing force.

Nothing shall stop me from getting this paper out on time. Or at least, earlier than last time.

Maybe I’ll see you later: I’ll be the bald, fat guy running laps on O’Hanlon’s ceiling.

Author: Stephen Whitworth

Prairie Dog editor Stephen Whitworth was carried to Regina in a swarm of bees. He's been with Prairie Dog since May 1999 and will die at his keyboard before admitting his career a terrible, terrible mistake.

5 thoughts on “Fuel For Editors On A Deadline”

  1. Carillon lucidity strategy: consume energy drinks, scream shirtless at 2nd floor Riddell Centre mirror, plank

  2. Barb: I’ve been dragging this cold around for a week like a wet, 40-pound cat carcass. Don’t worry, it’s just one of those mild diseases that makes victims whine like children, not a REAL cold.

    JC: No one needs to see me shirtless.

    Aidan: There’s always next issue!

    Anyway, I’ve also been eating vitamins like candy and sleeping reasonably well so it should die soon.

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