“Finally got the promo Thursday (or Tuesday or Wednesday), review’s due Friday” = bare-knuckled, stress-inducing adventures in music criticism

I don't have an ongoing saga so much as an After-School Special on repeat, and it's my own damn fault for being three-toed and butt-ugly. As a matter of fact, I'm supposed to be working on something RIGHT NOW (and I am, sorta).

I had to turn down a really cool assignment today (that artist whose piece at the Whitney has a soundtrack by some imprisoned black metal dude) because I've already got ten pieces due on Wednesday the 15th. (Granted, eight of them are small, but still...)