Pressure…

As I write this, I feel overwhelmed. Even if it is of my own doing, I still feel it.

One hour to the deadline, some things required of me not yet understood, hungry.

*mom’s spaghetti

The pressure is real. Can barely even believe I’m typing this instead of coding. As of this moment I’m typing while standing — in the kitchen — and I feel alert. Despite all the pressure that is on me, my thought processes are clear. I know what I need to do, and I plan to do it.

Better late than never.

Unfortunately.