Ah yes Dissertation days .. well I remember the panic anxiety ! I once threw the cat because she got onto the printer at the wrong moment ( she didn't seem to mind, but DH still tells the story of how he was in the kitchen and saw her sailing through the air with a surprised look on her face!) .
Worse still DH (boyfriend then) and I were doing the same degree and submitting our dissertations at the same time .
Even worse , I picked up out results as he was away working and rang him to tell him I had a solid 2.1, at which he got all excited , as he though I was talking about him. But sadly not, he didn't do quite as well..(oops)
BUT he married me anyway ! (and despite that has consistently out earned me .. I've been on measly public sector pay ever since