denial?

while every fibre of my being should be in a total state of panic about my looming saturday departure and the absolute resilience of my very impressive 'to do' list, i find i don't really have the energy to be stressed. this, it must be said, is probably a very good thing, but it does feel a little weird. usually by now i am hyperventilating all over the place and desperately trying to remember little things like passports and itineraries. but i suspect that this time i am so far behind schedule that any indvidiual task has ceased to matter very much. of course they WILL matter a very great deal in about 3 days time, but by then i'll be so snoozy it really won't matter. and i'll be out of the country. so no matter how badly wrong things go most people will never know....