It is crazy. One minute you are like 'I don't know what to do, wah wah wah, I'm going to lounge around with coffee and worry about my dirty house.'
The next you are like 'WTF only 5 weeks left I have a metric butt-crap-tonne of work to do, no time, must not sleep soundly ever again.'
That moment happened for me last night at approximately 11:23pm, seconds before I should have been dreaming happily of sunshine and chocolate. Instead I had nightmares of my penultimate thesis presentation taking place on a construction site with 3 of my former Dalhousie colleagues. (that's how you can tell it was a nightmare).
Today: one small errand to do and then nothing but work work work. I have squillions of things to do.