7100

That's how many words I have right now, with 24 hours to go. That's over half, but that's only the intro and a rough sketch of what I want to write about in PF. I didn't even consult the post-it notes in the book itself. And I haven't gotten to the other two books. And I think I have a total of 2 Derrida quotes.

I'm so stressed I could throw up. I need to eat something. I'm afraid to take my fingers from the keys, though.

I took a little nap around noon, and - wait, I just put together 14 pages in an hour... - I had this dream that I was trying to make it look like I wasn't online because my adviser could see me and I had to come up with a brilliant excuse for not having my thesis done, but there was nothing I could do, she knew I was still connected. It was weird. And then when I woke myself up I was repeating 'I can do this,' over and over in my head, and then I thought, what if I can't do this? What if I'm not capable? That was a weird feeling.

And then I got up and threw 14 pages together in an hour. Because I can totally do this.