Future: dark, gloomy, scary - My thesis is out of the way!

So that thesis, it is done! Delivered! I can't do anything more about it. Usually people get sort of, on-the-rooftop-screaming-happy, I just got scared.

What if I have handed in the wrong document? What if I flunk the thing? What if it is a peace of junk? What if I never get a job? It's the feeling of loosing half my identity that ran through my head when I pressed enter on my computer which would let my thesis fly through the "internet air" to my university. 

Usually you should imagine that Queen follows you around singing "We are the champions" while chronically having your arms stuck up in the air. Instead a growing fear have developed to a stone in my stomach. 

The future is a big, large, dark hole called Pete.

But for now, I just want my memory back - which I lost somewhere on the road towards writing my thesis...