The splendid orogeny, who put up with a nervous and jetlagged stranger on the drive up from Newark to, um, Woods Hole some three year ago, has sold a story to Strange Horizons. It's bloody good stuff. Go read the thing.
Hey, I was the nervous babbling one. You came across all calm, cool and collected. And I still feel bad for dumping you in the airport for like... a hundred hours, on the day you flew home.
I think by then I was in the state of tired beyond nerves. By the time Scott (or Mac) handed me a beer I'd been awake for 25 hours and I was running on autopillock.
I think I was just going to pass out on a sofa downstairs, but I managed to wake Dru up instead. Well, I say 'managed'. I mean 'fell against the door'.
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Hey, I was the nervous babbling one. You came across all calm, cool and collected. And I still feel bad for dumping you in the airport for like... a hundred hours, on the day you flew home.
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You really, really deserved that beer.
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I think I was just going to pass out on a sofa downstairs, but I managed to wake Dru up instead. Well, I say 'managed'. I mean 'fell against the door'.
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