I must have one of the worst techniques of dealing with stress the world over.

I can deal with problems when they come singly, but when they decide to come in droves, I just shut down. There’s the speech I have to give on Tuesday, i55.org which ought to have been completed by now, an external PHPBB authentication system which I’m supposed to get done before the month ends [I’ve been running around interlinking functions within Zend Studio until I wanted to tear my hair out], not to forget the code overhaul of my writing site. As if someone out there decided this was my time of tribulation, after my interview with Adeolu Akinyemi, my inbox’s been besieged with emails from people who want me to help them out or work for them. I haven’t even touched on my thoughts of transferring to MIT or some other school, have I or that my friend Ikezi has for some reason been using this period to evangelize Flex?

Hemmed in on all sides, what do I do?

Nothing.

I’ve been doing a great deal of sleeping lately, remaining invisible on YM so my client won’t see me. I’m sure he’s worried, but so am I, especially now that he has three jobs for me. I’m dealing on one hand with a CSS glitch which may or may not threaten other browsers, a very nit-picky designer, and finally a site I’m supposed to design and code. Everytime I log in to the site, I take just one look at what needs to be done and chicken out. Now it’s not the money that matters to me, but how to withdraw honourably without drawing blood — the man puts too much faith in me already.

You can understand then, Sister Overwhelmed, Mari, Calabargal and Queenzy that this Four Meme’s thing going around is just another wahala I’d rather do without.