I'm in a very weird mood right now.

I can't stop laughing. You know that kinda desperate laugh that you can't tell at first if the person is laughing or crying and then a huge guffaw rings out? That's what I've got right now. It won't stop! I think I just feel so overwhelmed. I can almost see the finish line. The only thing missing from the first draft is the concussion (I swear I wrote that down without meaning to, but it seems to fit) conclusion. I'm 300 words into that (handwritten). I already sent the rest to my dad for proofreading. The finish line is right there. I can feel it in my bones, literally. They all hurt. A lot. I can't sit down for more than an hour anymore. My right arm keeps screaming at me, I've got carpal tunnel like whoa, my knees and ankles hate me, and my right shoulder blade feels like burning. Classic symptoms of essay writing. I'm betting that at least half of my course mates are feeling the same way right now.

La la la! I so totally need a vacation.

This thesis keeps making me think of FMA. I've come this close from writing "equivalent exchange" I don't know how many times now.

And of course, to aid my concentration problems in this time of trial,( this is the sight I'm subjected to every time I turn to my right: )

ETA: I just realized I used a nearly identical subject line three days ago. Thesis writing is not healthy, I tell ya.

The First Draft

It's done. The first draft is officially done. Editing and irritating minutiae are still waiting to be finished, but the first draft is done. I am so tied I don't even have the energy to celebrate. I really hope my cousin comes by tomorrow.