FPAS is finished, submitted, done, sent into the great Internet black hole.
And glory streamed from the heavens and an angelic chorus sang loud hosannas, etcetera.
I’ve spent the better part of the last nine days writing and rewriting and brutally hacking out entire sentences and abusing commas and deciding that words like ‘the’ are unnecessary luxuries, not to mention chasing down referees and fighting with the scanner and an eleventh-hour reshuffle of my rank list.
It’s gone, though.
Now, we pray.