Finding this place brought back an actual physical tension in my shoulders that I haven't felt in thirty years. It immediately reminded me of my sophomore year in design school back in 1988, working on a final portfolio piece that was due at 8:00 AM. I was using a sheet of Helvetica Medium that had been sitting in my desk drawer for god knows how long. Of course, I was down to my very last lowercase 'e'. I remember sitting there with my blue burnishing tool, sweating through my t-shirt, slowly rubbing the sheet and praying that the adhesive hadn't completely dried out. Naturally, half of the letter transferred perfectly and the other half stayed stubbornly stuck to the carrier sheet, tearing the character right down the middle. I ended up spending two hours with an X-Acto knife trying to surgically graft the top curve of a 'c' onto the bottom half of an 'o' just to fake it. My hands were shaking so bad I sliced right into my left thumb, and I still have the faint white scar to prove it. The sheer rage of having a whole project ruined by a two-cent piece of dry plastic is something the kids today will never understand with their undo buttons. We lived on the edge of disaster every single night.