Panic sits in a ratty old robe in front of the computer thinking about how it has 60 pages of work due in three weeks and isn't that terrifying? and how is it going to get done as well as Christmas shopping? and oh-gosh oh-gosh and help.
Somebody (this girl) just looked at her calendar and realized she has to work a full week longer than anticipated, ergo leaving her less time to write, ergo panic.
Happy Black Friday. I'm off to breathe into a paper bag for a while.