I don’t think I’ve ever worked for a stretch of time as long as this. I was never an allnight-er person. A good sleep could always speed work up so much - who could say no? But this is different. My thesis has been a monster to me. It still is. Though today is my deadline. I have no other choice. I’ve been working since 8am yesterday, running on naps totaling around 2 hours. In two and a half hours I want to leave the house and go print the beast off, drop it off at UBC, and then sleep for a while.

There is not much left to do but it feels like there is so much. Actually, given my current state the little left to do is probably a lot. That would be why I am writing here and not there. I have done everything else except wrap up some results that I feel I don’t have. Things are reviewed and summarized and discussed but is there a point?

I’m in awe of how much these pages and these words have constantly been in the background and often foreground of my life for the past…2 years? 3 years? Who will I be when it’s over? It will be like having this massive space in my head drained of its contents and be open for * new * things.

Okay…back…just a little more to go.