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Nothing like three or four consecutive late nights with my nose to the grindstone to remind me of a simple unavoidable truth: getting older blows. Yeah yeah, I know that being the ripe old age of 32 doesn’t exactly qualify me for a discounted rate at the EconoLodge, but it’s also a far cry from the days of yore where I’d only get four or five hours of sleep a night for weeks at a time and never blink an eye. These days, not so much, with much dragging of ass accompanying even just a few nights in a row of burning the midnight oil. And it’s only going to get worse, too.

Not much going on other than extreme busyness, but assorted deadline crunches are now behind me and I’ll get back to posting regularly the next few days.