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Today's lesson, children, is "always have a plan B."

I've got a hole in my front page six columns by oh... about 9 inches, I think. Lead photo was supposed to be of a one-man show tonight. A show that has been canceled because the actor's father passed away. And the paper goes to bed tonight.

I'm not panicking yet.

Yet.


It's a pretty big hole, though... *grim face* Better get to work finding a new picture.

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The hole in the front page has been filled.


Luckily for me, there was a fire Saturday night, I found out it was fatal this afternoon. I went down to the building to take pictures.


A sign you have been a journalist too long: When you start thinking things like "Luckily for me, there was a fire..."


Anyhow, I don't know where the day's gone. Went to class, took a quiz, worked on the newspaper, did homework and here we are. Eh.


I want the next part of the Jane Eyre mini-series to be on tonight. Sigh. So romantic.

>.>

Those damn Bronte sisters, totally ruining my heartless-bitch cred by making me all mushy over love stories. Damn them, I say!


In other news, by brother is trying to teach me ebonics.