Stress Monkey

So my written thesis is due immenently, and I think it still needs work. I don't know how my committee feels about not have the written the requisite 2 weeks in advance, and I'm not happy to have to ask them.

Then I get this foutune cookie with dinner:

Time is precious, but truth is more precious than time.

On any other day I would have thrown that out and said "What the f*** does that mean?". Today though, it's pretty clear. Scary.