What's thirty days, give or take?

Well, I had July 1st set as the due date for completing the second draft of DTD. That's been moved up until the end of May.

So what the heck am I writing in here for? Time to get cracking. Dead tired and hungry though. No, hungry is such an inadequate word for this feeling. Famished. Fall-down-in-the-desert-can't-take-another-step starving. (I AM defrosting chicken to cook for dinner right this second. It'll only be ready in an hour or so, after I've passed out. Typical poor planning in the meal department. I need a keeper, I really do.)