Pressure

I have no work due tomorrow though I’m feeling in the mood to do something. I can’t concentrate on the things I need to do that are due after tomorrow however. I suppose I just work better as deadlines are fast approaching and the pressure is on.

It’s a funny thing, pressure. It keeps us alive, literally speaking. Air pressure, capillary pressure, blood pressure; they all keep us together. Figuratively speaking it pulls us apart. Nobody ever stops to think of the former when they are having what is essentially a mental breakdown however. Although if they did, I doubt it would make them feel any better.