Alarms in the form of editors

So today I woke to the always pleasant buzzing sound of my phone telling me I had a new voicemail. I didn't recognize the number so I decided to check it then instead of later. Good thing. My editor left me a nice message saying I had an hour to find another source or my story wouldn't run in the paper. How's that for a wakeup call?
Needless to say, a lovely lady at the Drake helped me out and now there's no more drama.
I guess I should probably get used to this kind of stuff.