a disaster and a miracle

last night I cried about my thesis for the first time. I mean cried. A computer glitch made me lose an hours worth of work. Really, not that big of a deal.... but for some reason I just couldn't deal. The thought of having to rewrite what I'd done was terrifying. I'm to the point where every moment of working on it is pretty much torture and I just want to be done. So I just let the tears come. Actually, I'm pretty impressed that after about a year of working on I've only actually shed tears once. Not bad really. And after all those tears, by some miracle. I mean a real miracle I found what I thought I'd lost. miracles.