f__k deadline

I have two pieces due at 5:00 p.m. but my friend needs me. I filed one a few minutes ago, but I think my ed. is going to have to wait. I'm dying for a cigarette and a huge cup of joe. But I will send my ed. a sweetly worded f__k-off e-mail, skip the duel chemical rush (I am only a once or twice a year closet smoker anyway) and head over to the hospital armed with chocolate, fuzzy slippers and the latest Oprah magazine. Because my friend needs me.