Today was a test of my ability to practice grace under pressure amidst some high-drama stress and mucho chaos (I had to hunt one person down in the bathroom and call people back from their lunch break...I would hate me, too). I told Evil Flash Programmer that I'm starting my drinking problem at Hip Graphic Designer's barbeque next weekend. He thinks it's high time already, since I'm all talk and no action (except for 4th of July...).

I've heard it said that if it weren't for deadlines, nothing would get done...but does that include the addiction created by the deadline?

Just for today, I can function under pressure (at whatever cost to my body, mind, and spirit).