So Tuesday's are kind of fucked at the Herald, we USE to come in at 8pm, but the Cascadia Weekly (Bellingham area paper) doesn't give us the information to make plates til 9, and the press usually dicks around til 8:30 anyways. So we're in at 8:30 now. ON TOP of the setting an hour back, so I was pretty fuckin' hungry around 11:30, or the old time 12:30. We've got a broken gripper in the machine, so there's a huge fucking mess after every run, tonight was the worst yet. Long story short, I FUCKING RULE at what I do. I think that and the stability are why I've there so long, nervous about not kicking maximum ass every day at what I do. The "awkward" stage. Then I ran a huge fuckin' fake college ad for next quarter's registration classes, fuck this beer hits the spot.
