Totally Procrastinating Sunday

The story has gone through copy edit, and is in the layout right now. But I just cannot be arsed to finish it, and I need to before tomorrow morning (write a dek; massage the infographic text; etc). Instead I'm harassing n00bs, saying unkind things about SF writers whose work I think is subpar, and cooking dinner for the next two days.

I think it may be time for a bit of whisky. Just because.