21 March 2004
Deadlines are fun. As the impending date approaches one starts to see the date appear in more an more places. First it pops up as the expiry date on bags of potatoes. Later one notices the date printed on fresh bread and yoghurt containers. Finally, when it appears on products in the 'clearance' shelf, one knows that a long night lies ahead.
Fortunately I've managed once again to avoid hearing Douglas Adams' whooshing sound. So now I can get back to more important things. Like: