Tunnel Vision
A presentation spirals me into tunnel vision. I cannot focus on anything else. I neglect responsibilities, hunger and thirst, my notetaking, all the things that a death-aware person should consider. It brings on obsessions, a perfectionism, for probably the hope of creating something so considered, at the absolute edge of my ability given the constraints, that it, in some incalculable way, drives me closer to where I happen to be going. It is not reasonable. My week is in shambles. Systems are unkept, and hitting my goals tomorrow are highly unrealistic.