Well today was the day. I handed it in, my final submission, the document that will make or break my career. If I fail this not only do I get sacked but I also lose my professional qualification, and the last six years is wasted. This thing has given me sleepness nights, anxiety attacks, self doubt and a constant sick feeling for the last 3 months. 3 MONTHS. It's been a nightmare for me, but you all know this.

So how do I feel? Drained. Emotionally and physically. Totally shellshocked. The anxious feeling hasn't subsided yet, despite the four drinks in me.

And what did my best friend say when he saw me this evening, seeing me tired and pale and quiet? He had worked for 5 hours today, filing. He asked me if I was ok, and I told him I was emotionally and physically exhausted. His response?

a) aww you poor thing, but don't worry I'll look after you. It's all over now, you don't have to think about it anymore, all that stress is over and we'll have a lovely relaxing weekend.

b) yeah me too.

Truly disappointed.