If all goes according to plan, today’s the day we finally finish the second draft of our next Wired bit—the one about addiction that we’ve been yammering on about for a good two weeks now. Tomorrow will then be all about edits, as we scramble toward our 5 p.m. PST deadline. (The editorial mothership is in San Francisco, so we always get a three-hour cushion.) Not entirely sure we’re gonna make it, especially since our trusty Vaio is on its last legs—it has come to resemble astronaut clone Sam Bell from Moon as he comes within days of his alleged journey home. Life is tricky without a close parentheses key.
As we work our royal fingers to the bone, enjoy some Brazilian funk. Back to full strength anon.