Meeting your deadline on a Friday afternoon so that you have the entire weekend to just play and, more importantly, sleep.
I can’t stand deadlines, and yet I can’t live without them. I spend half the time leading up to the deadline working my ass off, and the other half zoned out in front of the telly, watching Flight of the Conchords or Battlestar Galactica, not answering the phone and usually eating things my doctor would frown upon if he knew.
Still, counting down to deadline is always loads of fun, if not entirely stress-free. My whole mind telescopes and zooms in on that critical hour when everything must be done done done. Whereas I’m often too distracted to put all my attention to any one project when I’m at my leisure, the precious time left before the deadline is always so extremely, deliciously productive. I don’t even need coffee — although it’s always a plus — because the adrenaline more than compensates.
This morning I woke up with Jemaine Clement singing “Business Time” in my head, and I knew that it was going to be a good day. Ahhhh, yeahhhh.