I've always wondered if I would break down and pray if I was faced with sudden death. You know, if my plane was falling out of the sky or a terrorist was pointing a gun to my head.

And I have always felt I would like myself a little bit less if I really did pray at those moments.

... and now I'm finding out it really doesn't take impending death to bring me to those measures. The impending thesis deadline is sufficient. I am really, at the brink of declaring my entire system of spiritual beliefs bankrupt and praying to a deity I have always been at best dubious about soon. I know I'll probably forgive myself; but still. I would respect myself a little less. Okay. That's a lie. Quite a bit less, really.