You know you're in trouble when philosophical ideas start to cause physical harm to the body. I mean, it happened to Nietzsche:
To be fair, he also had syphilis, but you get the point.
I'm so close now, everything i have been working for is so close to finally being finished, i can physically feel my body holding out for the end, so it can finally let go.
I jut hope it doesn't totally give out on me, leaving me with a broken husk for the Tour of Bright. Yeh, that would suck.