I have a lot to do before I leave for Phoenix tomorrow. I have to prepare my setlist for my show (this includes building a slideshow, which I've never done before. I'm terrified I'm going to screw it up, so of course I waited until the last minute to do it, because the stress of not knowing how to do it properly goes oh-so-well with the stress of not having enough time to get it done).
I have to finish making my DVDs. I have to pack up all my books and drop them off to be shipped (which I should have done on Monday, but didn't, because … well, I don't know exactly why, to be honest. I just didn't, and now it's Wednesday and I get to pay too much to ship them 2-day air. Yay.)
I'm also way past a writing deadline on this project that seemed like a good idea when I said yes, but has become a fucking albatross about my neck.
So I realized, just now, that my brain has activated OMG DEADLINE SURVIVAL mode. This means that I listen to Pink Floyd and The Beatles on repeat, tune out the rest of the world (except when I'm doing stupid things to amuse myself and stay sane online) and just sort of plow through things more-or-less on autopilot.
It's interesting to me that the deadline panic feels the same, and comes from the same place, whether I need to get something out of my head and onto the page, or whether I need to get a lot of somethings out of my house and shipped to a con.