Katie (my thesis advisor, tersely): "Let me know when's a good time for us to talk about your thesis."
Mary Anne (in a sudden panic, having not expected to hear from Katie for weeks): "Hey -- are you back in the country already? I guess so. Today's not so good. I could talk anytime Wednesday/Thursday/Friday that's convenient for you. Although if you could reassure me that you haven't decided it's total crap and that I should just start over and plan to graduate in three years, if ever, that would be nice."
[spend next hour utterly unable to work on anything, checking e-mail compulsively every five minutes, watching Buffy in between, an episode in which, incidentally, Xander's teacher turns out to be a big giant insect that wants to bite his head off -- until finally, Katie sends e-mail response:]
Katie: "I enjoyed it tremendously--and of course I have a few suggestions. :-)"
My heart rate is slowly returning to normal.