I must be really pathetic because I drove to Prisma to buy canned fruits and Pringles instead of going to shop next door just for the sake of driving to Prisma as it is like a little adventure and feels much better then just sitting at home alone and doing nothing. I do have stuff to do, actually, but thinking about my thesis gives me a feeling of giant fist squeezing my stomach. I have a topic, I have an almost ready product, I have at least some idea what I'm going to write about, the deadlines are tight but it won't be critical to miss them and graduate next spring. But still something is just sitting inside of my and keeps squeezing my stomach when it notices that I start thinking about it. And the usual winter depression is on its way. I feel it.