Last push...over the top

I turned in my chapter and heaved a huge sigh of relief, and then another, and another, until I was heaving sighs of misery and despond again. Today is the third day in a row that I haven't done any writing. Monday, I bought running shoes, went for a run (for the endorphines), smoked a spliff (for the anxiolytic cannabinoids), and ate a tub of Ben and Jerry's (for the chocolate). This helped, but I keep waking up dreaming of J. and sobbing.

Fear not, I'm going to the shrink tomorrow, and working out whether I need Hegelian dialectics in my theory chapter.

I have one chapter left to draft and some hasty revisions before I turn in the dissertation to my committee. May the Fourth be with me.