You minimized the project timeline three times before you remembered you were also supposed to eat lunch. Now it's 3 PM and you're scrolling through a food delivery app even though breakfast was two protein bars and coffee that went cold while you answered emails nobody actually needed answered right now.
This isn't hunger.
It's something closer to static-that humming feeling under your skin when every cell in your body knows the deadline hasn't moved but the work keeps multiplying. The cursor blinks. The spreadsheet doesn't care. And suddenly ordering something sounds less like eating and more like the only decision you'll get to make today that doesn't involve seventeen approvals and a revised timeline.