3:30 p.m. I arrive to a deserted office, with the exception of Opinion P.A. Maddie Coons. In the process of snacking, I manage to get honey stuck all over my hands. I feel oddly like Winnie the Pooh.

3:52 p.m. Production Manager Sean McNulty arrives, and fails to notice when I say hi to him since I’m holed away in my office. I go back to

4:00 p.m. Web Editor Blair Hanley Frank arrives. We have a very secret-and-important-looking meeting in my office, which is largely about how we’re both grumpy and sleep deprived. We also discuss how to clarify some things in the Pio’s ever-expanding Code of Ethics.

4:30 p.m. Blair and I are joined by Web Content Editor Aleida Fernandez, who is delirious from lack of food. She assures us that she will be fine and eats grapes intently while listening to our conversation.

5:00 p.m. A variety of staffers arrive in the office for our official Associated Collegiate Press College Media Conference pre-trip meeting. We’ll be heading to Chicago next Wednesday for four days of journalism!

5:10 p.m. Advertising Manager Hannah Bauer gives everyone a sleep-deprived primer on how to not run out of oil in your car. She and I are both worried about our last trip to ACP, which consisted of a 12-hour car trip to Seattle due to oil-related car troubles.

5:30 p.m. Pre-trip adjourns and web team meeting begins. We have little to discuss this week, other than fixing our media page so it’s  pretty in time for ACP.

5:45 p.m. A&E and Opinion ask me to took over their pages.

6:15 p.m. Three pages are now ready for copy edit.

6:20 p.m. I call Illustration Editor Julie Peterson to determine where our front page illustration is. She has oddly put it in the front page folder, rather than illustration. Sean and I rejoice in its prettiness!

6:26 p.m. Libby arrives, fresh from swimming. I steal some of Blair’s fries.

6:30 p.m. (Blair) Rachel continues to steal my fries, while saying that she needs to eat a real dinner.

6:31 p.m. Rachel decides that her real dinner will be beans. Managing Editor Libby Arnosti (recently arrived) checks in to see if she will be smelling Rachel’s farts tonight.

6:37 p.m. Rachel points out to me “for the record” that she used the coat rack this afternoon.

6:47 p.m. Rachel asks if there is anyone who needs her help before she leaves. There is stony silence.

6:50 p.m. Rachel departs, saying “liveblog, [Libby and Blair], liveblog.” We’ll try, Rachel.

7:04 p.m. After Rachel’s departure, the rest of the staff cease doing funny things.

7:09 p.m. Libby discovers the transcendent experience that is eating apples with creamed honey.

7:20 p.m. Chief Copy Editor Marisa Ikert arrives, and begins checking Opinion.

7:26 p.m. Adam announces he has baked goods for us, though he left them at home. There is a moderate amount of rejoicing.

7:31 p.m. Adam finishes his section, and then heads off to acquire baked goods. There is much rejoicing.

7:54 p.m. Adam returns with baked goods!

8:05 p.m. Marisa and Copy Editor Matthew Nelson discuss how much they prefer using the Oxford comma in their personal writing. (It’s not allowed under AP style.) FOR SHAME.

8:22 p.m. Libby has curry delivered to the newsroom by friends. She rejoices over the food and her wonderful friends simultaneously.

8:45 p.m. Pam departs, Emily and I puzzle over the intricacies of Robert’s Rules of Order, and Marisa and Matthew recite a chunk from the Canterbury Tales.

9:05 p.m. Illustration Editor Julie Peterson arrives, dancing her way into the newsroom to Sean’s funky techno pop music.

9:39 p.m. Sean makes a meaningful move towards the bag of chips on the table, until Allison informs him “It’s crumbs, I’m sorry.” Sean: “Aw.”

9:45 p.m. Rachel returns from Sem to a very full whiteboard. She celebrates by pulling out a bag of lettuce from her office.

10:04 p.m. First PDF DONE! Booyah.

10:09 p.m. I (Libby) attempt to make News Editors Emily and Allison correct the word “spouses” to “spise” in a headline. I fail, sadly.

10:23 p.m. Newsroom discussion leads to conclusion: Everyone should vote! Always!

10:43 p.m. Emily and Allison troll the newsroom for headline ideas.

Our suggestions: “Ray Suarez-

-impresses Whitties, kind of”

-brings down the house”

-not Brooks, but good”

-drops massive truth bomb”

-beats dead donkey”

-tells Whitties things they agree with”

11:30 p.m. A spontaneous, joyful chat with our dear exhausted former Editor-in-Chief Tricia Vanderbilt-who has just traveled 24 hours to be in France with former Managing Editor Cara Lowry-is cut short by the Whitman network internet failing. After many minutes of attempts, we settle for sending our love ‘cross the sea via telepathy.

11:43 p.m. Blair, answering phone: “Yep! Hello. Oh, well, thaaaat’s interesting. Thaaat is not really good. Thaaat is not good at all.”

1:05 a.m. Rachel: “I am a competent human being. Oh, crap, what did I do?!”

1:27 p.m. Okay, we failed here at the end. But in my defense, we got stuff done and the paper looks goood! And now we are going to bed.