Permit me, if you will to tell a tale of woe...
I have been somewhat uneasy about the deadlines, mainly guilt since I'd actually spent far less time on my entry than I should have. So when I saw that final chance, I spent two solid days drawing, sustained by only Crunchie Rocks and Trash80 music.
Finally, at 6 o'clock tonight, I finished. I flattened out the curling paper, packed away my stuff, pulled my concept sketches from the wall and headed downstairs. 'Perhaps Splat will go easy and will accept it past the deadline. He probably hasn't sent the entries out to the judges yet. I might not be too late.' I push upon the activation rune of my computer.
*Whirr* *Click-click-click...*
FFUUUUUU~
I have my entry on my lap right now, as I type this from my laptop, which alas does not communicate with my scanner. I've taken a photo as proof, which I am uploading to send to Splat as we speak. But as things stand, I cannot say whether my entry can be in within a week.
If this was an Indiana Jones movie, I would currently be lying in excruciating pain, my hand crushed beneath the door as I reached to retrieve my hat.
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