my brain is burninating.
You know, as much as I love what I'm doing... there is really only so much work one can do in a day. Even fun things start to take on a tedious quality when done for 16 hours a day.
Lately I've tended to hit my limit around 7:30pm. By this time I've been up and either staring at my computer or drawing for a good 12 hours. After dinner my eyes feel fit only for watching Horatio, but the night is still young! there're still 4-5 hours left to fill with delighful thesis work.
My brain rebels at night and I dream of the strangest things. Last night it was a set of wind-up teeth that could bite through anything. After that I dreamt that I cut all my hair off and instantly regretted it. I was so relieved when I woke up and still had all my hair.
Really there are only 12 more days of this, I have a printing appointment on the 23rd and we hang up on the 24th. Then it's just the digital presentation. And when I say 'just' I mean that it is probably the presentation that will make or break you. Huzzah!
This is why the summer is necessary. If I don't get a break soon I may very well singe all the important synapses in my brain and I will turn into a stephanie-shaped vegetable with nice hair.