...no really. I'm completely dropping everything to take five days off (five! days!) to go home. Yes, you read that correctly. My thesis is due to my committee in 2 weeks, and I'm taking five days off for a family commitment.
Last week, I was completely freaked out at the prospect of leaving for that long. With my travel schedule, there is going to be very little time for writing. Did I mention that N.A. is coming with me to meet the family? And that I'm going to N.A.'s state this weekend to meet his family?
So yeah, you might see why I was very freaked out.
But my minor (okay, major) plane ticket buyer's remorse was quickly replaced with relief at not having to be in the lab for five days in a row. The last 2.5 weeks have been a blur of work. I've been getting into work every day before 8 and working straight through until at least 9 pm, then going home for a 30 or 60 minute break with N.A. and then doing more writing/reading until midnight or so. Throw in some exceedingly fitful nights and you get a very unbalanced reaction, indeed.
I also had a good talk with Committee Member, who told me that taking a few days off would be the best thing for me. Give me perspective or something. I also think that it's going to kick me into complete manic, freakout, writing mode when I get back that I will have no choice but to bang out the last chapter.
Oh, well. Until then, I'm going to sit back and try to get sleepy. N.A. and I are posted up in the Sucky International Airport hotel in preparation for our very early flight tomorrow. Hopefully we'll have good plane karma.
