Ketchup

Ah.
It's 10:41pm. I should be sleeping. I wish I could say I was feeling relieved that I just emailed both revised (for the 3rd time) chapters of my thesis to the 3 professors that hold my graduate degree fate in their hands. But I still have to finish the powerpoint presentation, and commit to my cloudy memory all the ins and outs of endocrinology, steroid synthesis, stress physiology, and a deluge of statistical analyses that make my head spin.
Friday at high noon is judgement time. I first present the thesis to the biology department and anyone else who shows up. Then I am escorted to a small room and seated at a long table across from "The Three" (ala "The Apprentice"). They can drill me on any of the aforementioned topics for an hour, after which they give me a thumbs up or a thumbs down. If all ends well, I am a grad school graduate. If not....well, we won't go there.
It's been a long (5 years), hard road that I could have just as easily walked away from years ago.
But I can't just give up on something.
I will see it through.
And then....
i will sleep.