You ever notice how deadlines are like that one friend who keeps checking their phone—always just out of reach, but somehow they end up catching up at the last minute? I think it's high time we dissect the science of that last-minute sprint, because honestly, my brain runs on caffeine and the idea that I actually have anything to plan feels like a cruel joke. What’s your take on turning “I’ll do it later” into “I actually finished it at 2 a.m.”?