April 29, 2008

Attack

of the deadline monster!

Things will be sporadic to nonexistent around these parts for the rest of the week.

Oh, and my literary pen name is: Karen B. Rabbit. Eh.

Apr 29, 2008 10:02:21 AM | Excuses, Excuses

2 Comments

david e

I am so feeling your pain, Gwenda.

Literary Pen Name: Kurt G. Dent.

Posted by: david e | April 29, 2008 at 22:19

Carolyn

Go Gwenda go! When the deadline monster has been vanquished, the world shines anew.

Posted by: Carolyn | May 02, 2008 at 13:33

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