panic

Uh-oh - it's 2:46 on Friday afternoon and I've reached the point of panic on my skin story. This is when I say, ohmigod, I have nothing to say, I'm a terrible reporter, I'm going to turn in 1300 words of complete blather on Monday, they'll see through my little journalist act, and I'll be out on the street by Wednesday noon. It's a fairly typical stage. For me, anyway.

Here's hoping I can get over it by the time I go home and don't have to spend an entire weekend being depressed.

So much for going home early today.