I am finding myself in the habit of over-scheduling/mis-prioritizing such that I end up doing many things at the last moment. Usually, it is OK - I come out all right. I do enjoy it. I used to think that it was hypomanic. Now I do not think that, because hypomania is a part of some kind of an endogenous cycle - endogenous at least to some degree. But I am not generating this kind of thing endogenously - I am reacting to the objective reality such as the flight schedule. Basically, I use the opportunity when it presents itself. It appears that I like being worried that I would not make it in time, but when I finally make it in time (a close shave), I feel elation mixed in with relief. It also does not last long - at most a couple of days, so it does not seem to be hypomania. Also, I very much need sleep, still.

I wonder if this is some sort of a mild adrenaline junkie-ship? Say, there are people who like extreme sports - you would not say that they are manic throughout, but you would say that they are adrenaline junkies. Right? Am I making sense?

Or perhaps it is some sort of the underside of procrastination? Procrastinate procrastinate procrastinate... and then do a million things at the last moment and make the deadline and feel "Oh joy!". Almost as if doing things correctly, in a timely, composed manner, without procrastination is boring to me. I do not know. But there is a pattern since adolescence for sure.