That's it, I'm pissed.

I haven't felt like this for a long time, but I'm pissed..., I mean I'm really really pissed. But not the kind of mad that makes someone go postal. I'm pissed and I'm going to give my dissertation a Chuck Norris roundhouse kick in the chin. Like I want to spend an all nighter, more like an all weeker, and get it done now. Seriously, it's 11:30 pm and I'm considering going back to the office/lab to make some revisions, not because I really like writing or because I've got some new interesting ideas. But because I don't want to spend another breath talking about, or another neurotransmitter thinking about my dissertation. I've reached a new breaking point. Well, more like an old one. I feel like I did in high school when my football coach said I wasn't good enough. That pissed me if so much that I would do everything I could to prove him wrong.  I'm there now, and this damn dissertation is getting finished assp.