"Dead...lines"

Today I had a cinnamon swirl coffee cake from starbucks… and a tall caramel macchiato. Why? Because I’m stressed. My hair is falling out, my stomach hurts and of course I feel the need to stuff my face with "comfort" food. At this point there doesn't seem to be enough hours in the day to complete my deadlines and all I can think about every 5 seconds is the softness of my pillow and the warmth of my covers wrapped around me. I snap out of it and surprise, surprise I'm still in front of my office computer on my bulky table sitting on my chair, with really bad posture. I look like death, too. Sleep deprivation will do that to you. I’m trying real hard to drown out the surrounding noises and trying to focus but I just can’t. I think I’ve been staring out of my window at the trees and the blue sky for an hour now…this is not good. Deadlines. Ugh. Why the pressure? Why won’t people let me work on my own time? I need another coffee. Too bad I quit smoking; a puff would do wonders right now. Only 2 hours and 30 minutes before I have to email the big boss and I have about 10 pages to write. Crying starts now…