There are only 2 inevitable things in life: Death and Deadlines.
Everyone has their own reaction to the stress of an upcoming deadline. The most common response, for me and for many people, is procrastination. We all have our experiences of ignoring the task we were assigned up to the very last moment, where all hell breaks loose. I've heard people call their relationship with deadlines the "Panic Monster". They would have weekly meetings with the creature, using the adrenaline, turning on their fight or flight response to finish whatever they had to do. I, personally, wouldn't dare be so romantic about it. Deadlines are an active detriment to my daily life. For some reason, I just can't relax at all when there is some kind of task on my mind. I either have to enter full denial mode and forget about my duties or force myself to be stressed until my body finally decides to be productive. Of course, these solutions aren't elegant nor healthy. The former is just plain ignorant and lazy and the later makes me feel like a soul...