The last time I used the brain this much was when I was writing my masters thesis.
Just submitted the draft – more than a day late – for editing. I’m staring at the word file and I’m not quite sure if I should be happy about having an entire week (and a weekend)’s worth of thought processing be reduced to 17 pages. How can 17 pages cause such prolonged state of anxiety?!
Then again, I could just look at my diploma. That’s five years worth of suffering for a fancy sheet of paper 😐
I’m just relieved.
I get to sleep before midnight tonight! 😀