Closing time

Closings suck. By the time you get to the end of a deal, you're usually so fed up with it that you don't even want to talk to your own colleagues about it, much less opposing counsel. I just pulled another late night trying to bring this transaction to the point where we can actually sign while negotiating with a guy I'll affectionately call Tinkerbell. It turns out that Tink is a bit of a dink, and his incessant comments have been driving me and everyone else nuts. I would have been able to leave about four hours ago if it weren't for this human skid mark; the only thing that's keeping me going is the knowledge that if we actually sign tomorrow, then I'll soon be done dealing with him. And by dealing with him I mean causing him to bleed to death from innumerable paper cuts using only the facilities agreement he forced me to revise no less than twenty-five times (and counting). Wish me luck....