The last couple of hours were like River in "Ariel" when they were running away from the blue-gloved meanies - "almost there, almost there, almost there" - TAing, with hard-working students who kept me for nearly an hour after the lesson for questions about the material - "almost there, almost there - " - - - "there".
I handed it in. I didn't proofread it at all. My brain finished its transformation into goo when I exploited my last bits of energy on the students. I just couldn't proofread anything. Couldn't read. The thought of reading anything right now seems like an effort, including my own post (reading? an effort? is it actually me, or was I really kidnapped by aliens? For my defence, I've been working on this for a few weeks, and straight with hardly any sleep since Sunday, but still, reading - an effort?).
I just had to post to y'all that it's handed in and done. Tomorrow I will probably not understand how it's possible to hand something in without proofreading it. But I won't do it then, even though - or because - I'm pretty sure I'll find at least a few ugly typos. But it's done now, anyway, so no point in - oh, insert cliche here, I don't think I remember any right now.
Going home to sleep. Will catch up tomorrow - Kristin, I'll definitely re-read what you had to say, it looks like something good.
Thanks for all the support, you guys. Day and Night and Day. Natter well without me!