Just before I went to bed last night, I had a look at the calendar on my phone. In about six weeks, I will have to submit my thesis. I panicked, and maybe it was a panic attack. My heart started pumping really fast, I couldn't sleep, I was in so much fear and anxiety. It's not that I had never realised how much time I had got. But last night, the realisation really struck me. It's not about the quality, it's really about completion now. As long as I complete it, I still have a thesis. But without good sleep, a day is not really day. I can't think and structure my thoughts properly, let alone writing well. I started to consider if I should stop my part-time job. I started to think if I should tell Jay that I should stop seeing him for a while. Not that I think he's distracting me so much, but more about I will become 'a burden' (check out Tuls' post today) to him. I don't want to share too much of my worries and stress with him. But ...